Ah how it all began
Inking down all the
Hazy pain
It made sense
But then it didn’t
Like the victim I am.
Recuperated now,
I retrospect into the mind,
Of a wounded child,
Who never healed,
From his time to be alive,
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With sparkling tranquility,
Shattering into shards,
When attacked right on his
Center of mass.
Ah the haze I believe
Will always be an insatiable
Desire.
But now I’m going to let that
Child live in peace.
