decrepit

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Looking down, curling broken feet, through the pungent odour of burnt cotton, My clothes are burned, flesh cavernous and scarred,
I am a parasite Love, masked in depression Darkness conjured from the light The familiarity is lost on me Suicide is too disgraceful I feel numb, the pain no longer subsides
I am a parasite Love, masked in depression Darkness conjured from the light The familiarity is lost on me Suicide is too disgraceful I feel numb, the pain no longer subsides
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