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Hymn of a shattered soul
My existence is only too feel the loss, anger and woe others bestow. A product stripped of humanity, glass now broken, a gift for the martyr and a gift to their ego. Moulded as a monster, yet one I can't forge, the clay of lies makes an abuser, yet naught fury in thy eye. I'm now hated like the stain on your soul, you want the forgiveness and your desperate for control.
Published 14th Jun 2019
Author's Note
I'd like to credit the unbroken bond with the unforgiving lynch pin called life.
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