HIATUS JUNCTION
Misery and comfort in each
the same bin; fighting over
space and contending within.
'I wish to live on, oh thank you
kind sir.' My last words towards
someone I spoke to incur.
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'Leave me your wrath, and your
anger then too,' he replied. 'I
can lift your burden, and I can
re-supply your shattered mind,
in all that you do. Stay steady,
don't waver. I am here.'
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'But so,' I said, 'I used to have
the pleasure of largesse; now I
am just sad and angered too.
In terms of being a mess, there's
no more I can do.'
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