i redid the first paragraph, is it a little less "graphic"
Fragmented pieces of me fall to the ground,
In the cracks between the rocks my mind will race,
Broken spirit will drag me down farther and farther,
Into the depths of a hell non existent to others,
It rips and tears me limb by limb,
With every slit of my throat I lose more and more life,
Blood shot eyes of mine are taken from me,
Torched skin falls in flakes and dusts the ground,
What did I do to deserve this,
Why these sins cause so much effect…..
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not that old signature
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