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I've gone through adequate measures to beat the monster that resides within me
This thing lay secreted beneath the surface of my skin
Readying to rupture out at any which moment
Whisperer -- silent she floats through the trees of her
Choice, and the time of her breezes is none but of
Own; Inspiration and She are as one, unified,
Sighing through treetops who bow with her
Breath.
Deprived of the purification
my body and soul aches
my spirit dies a little
my heart cries a bit
and i remain physically intact
bound to behave and portray normality
for its a crime to shed emotion
