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My disgrace
I feel it coming
I start to pace
I sit alone
I know my place
Stop the pounding
Stop the madness
Start the fire
Start the masses
Bring your pitchforks
Bring your torches
Build you stake
Build you perches
The show will start
It will be soon
I deserve to die
Under the moon
I start to pace
I sit alone
I know my place
Stop the pounding
Stop the madness
Start the fire
Start the masses
Bring your pitchforks
Bring your torches
Build you stake
Build you perches
The show will start
It will be soon
I deserve to die
Under the moon
Published 12th Aug 2013
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15th Aug 2013 10:29pm
i read this a few days ago and i'm reading it again now. this is so amazing, you are very talented.
Anonymous
16th Aug 2013 4:36am
I almost feel as if your pain is on exhibit in this piece.
16th Aug 2013 9:20pm
Thank you for your kind words labyrinths. I only write when I am hurting, so much that I can't stand it. It's a way to release it.
