Shadowy darkness hidden beneath imagery,
where my heart in turmoil lies writhing over lost loves pain,
where my mind searches desperately for significance in this tattered world,
where my spirit longingly cries out for freedom,
and where amongst this cacophony of existence my soul strugglingly prays for salvation.
Here, under my life, beneath this facade I call myself, I in bonds of self doubt live, always waiting on tomorrow.
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