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Anguish
Anguish
All the pain and despair
Emptiness, loneliness, and longing
All the heart wrenching moments we've had since we were young
And all the things that try to bend break you
Even if they sometimes succeed
All those awful things that hurt so much
Are merely devices which mold you into who you were always meant to be
Face down the anguish and use it as a tool to sculp...
Monday 31st October 2022 6:40 pm
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