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Title: gloomy ascending
I'm a shadow drifting in a world of light.
I'm a traumatized mind living around monks.
I'm a wounded believe living amongst,
The righteous and holy.
My past never left my side,
Nor do the memories.
My past repeats over and over,
The more I try to run or look away.
A man seeking redemption, I am.
Drowning in my nightmares,
Creating fantasy to sleep,
Yet a tragedy it is.
Look for me as though I'm died,
For I'm shallow and inhuman.
I walk among you yet,
I feel like an empty alleyway.
I'm a bird without wings.
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