Tormented, it goes on every day.
I struggle to grasp if misfortune will pass.
I close my eyes, and slip away.
Swallowing, my concern, my essence of being,
I've been cast out, forsaken, forgotten.
I let my anguish devour me. My way out.
Forsaken forgotten this can not be true,
I'll let my hatred devour you.
I am digging my own grave.
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