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      Standing on mountain of regret

      Cold from the sweat of impurity

      Tasting the salt from my eyes

      I cry

     

      Hatred eating away my life

      Tragedy played out on bleeding knees

      Victimized traumatized swimming in lies

      I cry

     

      All the things I stood for?

      Forgotten

      All the things I lived for?

      Now rotting

      Standing alone in the chaos of silence

      Hearing the whispers of insanity

     

      I cry out in my hatred

      Screaming in eternal rage

      Looking beyond I see the freedom

      I had before this cage

     

      Talking to myself with untruths

      Believing the sentence read

      Holding my head in my guilt

      Living but live as dead

      I cry

     

     

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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