Auger punches
Leaves a dent on my soul
I try to drill my turbid sense of reality
But i refute instead
I want to pierce a hole
But i hold myself
I breakdown, i whine, i writhe
I feel the calmness around
I stand resurrected
Candid like a moon
When the winds from the north gushes
during revelry of my failures
I breakdown, again i stand ressurected!
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