I think i've pen my own tragedy once again.
Beautifully the mind tries to fend off the dark side.
When all this while i've been the murderer playing the victim.
The one that bridge the connection; the one that set the offer; the one that went over; the one that use and be used; the one that is here; its still not over.
Thinking that the walls could hold out but instead caving in from within.
I've awaken the beast i put to sleep, but i will put it down.
Just hold me and break me again.
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