AGAIN

rise up, surfacing in me. identical, dismal, memories. shut down, descending deeply. everything is the same, entity. my thoughts, prolong the pain from the past. rise up...burdens, uncertain, when will i see? you are nothing more, than a sick fucking memory. for so long, i've waited for this exchange. rise up...burdens...not again...at this rate, i won't survive through the fall. rise up...burdens...not again...neglect in its purest form, you, try to take pride over, what is mine. so self centered and so relentless, i thought i'd spent this, but not again.

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