Wounded

Collapsing dreams in the sudden storm. Awakening beneath the lies. Remembering those faces. Absorbing the pain. Helping hands extended then taken away. Wanting to remove the stench of sorrow from battered flesh. Hoping these wounds will bleed out the darkness.

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