The Vixtim Within
I have been known by many names,
Some with love and affection but most to hold my head down in shame
I am my own tormentor from deep within
caused bt my own indescretions of which I tend to share,
simply because i was too old and too stubborn to care
dont try and save me save the bear
Death is something that I have constantly chased,
lke the sight of cheese at the end of a mouse race
I live with my demons day after day attempting not to sin,
But at last I know that I am my own tormentor from deep within
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