Open Wound
It festers within me, Filling with the maggots of my despair, Of loneliness, Of forgotteness. I dream of what once was, Instead of what will be. Will this wound ever close, Allowing me to move on? Or am I doomed to be swallowed by it, Lost to it? Only time will tell
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