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Late night woken, barely alive.
struggling to see the light through other's eyes.
covered in darkness, covered to the core.
try to show people me, but they don't see the sores.
I hold on to pain
From which nothing is gained
Remembering times
When I was trampled down
Down into the ground
Beneath the soil where the bugs lay
Instead of rot, I sought reality
