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Your darkest hour was When you woke Still absorbed in the cotton wool of illusion When you banged against the thin needles Decorating the otherwise ugly wall of disillusionment Your soul was extracted from you with tongs It hurt so much, you cried with no voice The pain pushed you to the edge of an … Continue reading ""