I remember abhorrence and cruel justification
echoed their pallid faces,
in striking juxtaposition with the blank darkness behind.
“It is not what you can say; it is what you have done.”
My path has been darkened.
I can feel it,
etching away at my nerves.
It is inescapable, and never inexplicable.
When I have been made raw,
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