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Dissociation in The eye of every storm

  • Nov. 13, 2017, 9:22 p.m.
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There is a hell and I’ve paid the price of admission
A coin-eyed soul lost in transition
And I never promised this disease
I never asked you please
I just said I do.
I just said I love you.
All the tests and all the visits leave me a rat in your midst
Somewhere you know patience is truly a gift
A tangled web indeed
One through years of blood and toil I’ve weaved
Dear shattered little girl, this is not the end of your world
It’s just a mirror to reflect, its not a trial but a test
Our denial it speaks in tongues
There are monsters among us


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