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Trauma - Bloodshot Eyes

Something emerges from my back

Trying to humanize my feelings

Doing its best to help me out

Of the chasm of negative emotions



Whoever it is

It seems to modify

Remove imperfectly working elements

Burst fetters binding the soul



Jealousy tangles hair like a mouth

Envy twists fingers

Anger in clenched fists

Hatred in bliidshot eyes



Anger in clenched fists

Hatred in bliidshot eyes



I gave vent to fatal impulses

On account of which I suffer now

So many burnt bridges around

Almost improbable to step forwards



I can observe a slow change

I am ot anxious to punish the guilty

I don't hold the blind in contempt

I shake off the infected skin



Anger in clenched fists

Hatred in bliidshot eyes

Anger in clenched fists

Hatred in bliidshot eyes
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