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nothing is inside of me

2025-07-09

i don't feel the urge

just the need to purge

need to take pauses

live a thousand life in a bleak break

these bones never break

this soul never ruptures

i'm familiar with its infrastructure

i'm familiar with its tongue

living this life of mine

i may as well been a monk

i may as well been a ronin

get all the peasants moanin

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