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Corey

Mig Langar Aš Skera

Copyright Corey

The title means “I want to cut” in Icelandic.

as i look down at my arms…
see scars form a war..
.that i can not win..

the battles are everygoing…
.and eveychanging..
alwas form day to day..

it attacks form all angles..
.in eveyway..
effiacting everything..

i can not think..
.i can not breath..
when will it retreat..(?)

when will i win..
.will i ever..
have i lost hope..(?)

i have lost it…
.the light at the tunnle…
when will i find it agane…(?)

..will i ever…(?)

 

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