Affliction
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Agonized verses
Chanted, by the bleeding heart
Curved up lips
Nothing, but another fake art
With the world, I walked
Matching every step
A thought of you
And I stand dead in my race
Little did I know
The cost to be paid
For ecstasy is worthless
With affliction, enclosing me in its golden case
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