I can't keep putting myself through this. Your thorned attitude makes it hard to see a fit, I have shadows upon shadows of doubt. You've giving me everything I'm so desperately trying to figure out. What's wrong with me, for these wasted years have you weakened me; to the point that with you, I can't live without. This is madness theses nightmares you've bought to life. Never in my early years, would I have ever let someone get the best of me. For the realization to come to me, fist balled and body crippled to my knees. Filthy your ways you've enslaved me in. As clean and cold this marble floor is, this reflection does not tell eager lies. This is me trapped alive.....
Royale jones
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Prisoner of a false will
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