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Rotting
If I deserve to wake up like this
with sweaty palms
and shaking lips
in a place I thought safe,
then I also deserve
a life's worth of rotting
decaying self-worth.
For I know that hell
is nothing like this
it can't even compare
to this feeling
of permanent violation
that has been thrust
upon me and my soul.
with sweaty palms
and shaking lips
in a place I thought safe,
then I also deserve
a life's worth of rotting
decaying self-worth.
For I know that hell
is nothing like this
it can't even compare
to this feeling
of permanent violation
that has been thrust
upon me and my soul.
Published 27th Dec 2014
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27th Dec 2014 9:38pm
