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Solitary in eternal deviations.

Arms are broken, torn in wisdom.

Eyes are rotting by its will

Anemia.

Filthy waters.

Obscure.

Eating flesh.

Suffocating in amiac.

Spreading murmurs to consume.

I am trampling smallest life.

Individualistic and beautiful.

Torn from the womb.

They eat my soul by fragments of memories.

Rotten mind.

Suffer in time.

Decay.

Vile.

Eaten alive.