it's all gone now.
thanks to the countless who shattered it.
and don't complain when the truth is held,
for it is the fault of many.
the ones all start to meld,
into a malicious form of torture,
that punches, kicks, and bruises my brain,
its a different type of monstrous pain.
and there's nowhere to escape.
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