This tore him to unfathomable shreds, fed on his interior, exterior, everything in-between
He’s been feeling a little or whole lot lost of late, fate having played a ferociously undeserving turn
Better start getting better or else the fall will suddenly cease, perilous existences set themselves in folklore stone
Prone to happening when least suspecting
There’s no respect garnered anymore for his particular experience
For its silent agony alone, and the clock takes stock whilst your mind remains in utmost shock

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