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I ache to scream, a scream so deafening, so frightening
Piercing like a pack of wolves howling in the night
My eyes, bloodshot from crying, my heart, numb from aching
My wound so tragic; I lost all feelings as if from frostbite
I walk aimlessly along a dark, narrow, unknown path
All I could hear is the rustling of the leaves against my shoes
Praying for an antidote to relief me from my wrath
Any way out, but to remain completely broken, I simply refuse.
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