Soul Craft
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Soul Craft

Diary Entry 403

A poem

It may never be all over

But I want it to be

I don’t have the energy to joke left within me

Ears still ringing from a day by the drills

Eyes still sore from nightmares in which my blood spills

No thrills left inside, my feelings are so cyclical

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