And the wind is gutting
My inner self destroyed
Inside out and skinless
Every inch of my body
A turmoil in degeneration
The tightness and the restlessness
The pains and discomforts
A lump of garbage
A mass of rotten organs
Change is imminent
Optimistic self control
Gaining power
Aiming to go through the storm
Dreaming of rising
One more time
I need to find the beauty inside this shit
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