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Devour
Is it a normal feeling that beats within, the lacerations feel physical.
The pressure is pushing me into the dark, the abysmal defeat.
I've never been so weak.
My heart has ached in the cold blackness, the beating is growing faint.
I'm no longer a Phoenix waiting for death, this time resurrection doesn't hear my cries.
The pressure is pushing me into the dark, the abysmal defeat.
I've never been so weak.
My heart has ached in the cold blackness, the beating is growing faint.
I'm no longer a Phoenix waiting for death, this time resurrection doesn't hear my cries.
Published 20th Apr 2019
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