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A Poem by Wraith.

When I recover

I'll be lost

Raw guts exerted

Exhausted

Brains scar tissue

Mental fissures

Not sure I'll ever be

the same

© 2015 Wraith.

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Added on July 21, 2015
Last Updated on July 21, 2015

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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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