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World of Corruption

The rush of blood as its pumping,Muffled beneath the sound of this harsh thumping. Soft, shallow, and ever hollow…My heart has chosen, my heart has spoken. There is no escaping the fate my heart has set its rhythm to,There is … Continued

Expectations

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With so many expectations I feel so lost, subject to my conviction. I live for what has been set for me and wonder; could I really thrive this way? Must I fight for what I‘m told to be or do I fight for what I know is right? I could thrive if only my life was mine. If only I could survive these expectations that bind. I‘ve lost … Continued