7.21.2009

excrement of social tensions

This gutted feeling at the pit of my stomach
I am completely unable to function
The pain, it sears my flesh from inside
Something I have felt before but not to this amount
This longing I so desire,
embellished with something vile
Expelling of indemnities, the excrement of society
All fuel for fire that burns within me

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