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I feel the repetition,
Im grounded to my vile never ending iteration,
and surfing on an everlasting violation of my growth.
Everything comes out as understatements,
to hide the apparent fever.
A torment I strive to keep concealed when the question marks pop.
Stranded by a truth I fail to break from
and that lets me suffocate quietly.
A frighting outcome is forcing my fire to dim.
Only the braves will exult
And if only I was enough of that.
And hope is scarce when your shallowness
Swallows you whole.
But who’s gonna drop the colors
and feed a satiated state of mind ?
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