Make Sense of It

 Inside hurts it does much so
Comprehend it can’t i
Up muddled am I
Stop it will?
It shall?
Pain incessant the my grieves bones
Chill-out sensation the ended
Blasted torpeded no the water of out
Pangs hunger derision of
Shall someday it end
And it confusion the with
Heart medned bleeding will the
Soon That I pray day comes  just

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