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It's not a cry for attention
Nor something done just to spite
It simply came along
And took a hold of my life
With hooked claws
And teeth urgent to dig in
It simply took hold
Day by day, it digs in deeper
Gradually degrading my confidence
Gradually degrading me
Until, one day, I may cease to exist
Because it ate me away
Leaving nothing but a hollow being
With no traces at the core
Simply black, burned, and broken
To never be as I was once before
It's about a personal battle.
really nice
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