I woke up in a room,Foggy,
To the smell of punctured wounds
And burnt hair,
To the smell of dried blood
choking my lungs,
I tasted panic... and also the taste of blood.
Like iron..Yes! it tasted like iron...
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Forgive me, for at this stage we might not really flow. Forgive me, for now that I write, I write for my soul. Forgive me, but I don't ... -
Swayed left, swayed right Push me to my doom It awaits me with glad hearts How dread dared to show face, Infuriates me, Challenging th...
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