Back to identity
That I have been fighting inside
Nor comprehend my persistance to shuttle
From where I am to behind.
I'll never be able to stop my possession
And true, never will I want that -
It's something of nature, not up to discretion,
With losing it my life turns flat.
There'll be no parlay on my stormy spirit
Imprisoned with rut devout.
No more self-betrayal, harassing and weird.
I gotta think back and remote.
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29-30/11/2016
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