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Shedding of the Second Skin
by ~SigilofDreamsShedding of the Second Skin
Heavy hands, heavy hands,
though holding naught but life's demands.
Hollow heart, hollow heart,
why did this come from the start?
Broken dreams, broken dreams,
scattering sorrowfully; tearing from the seams.
Shaded eyes, shaded eyes,
behind them Pain itself lies.
Desolate mind, desolate mind,
what else did you expect to find?
Serrated soul, O thou serrated soul,
where you were lost there is now a hole,
to you Heaven is a feather; Hell a coal.
Lose your vice, shed your war-torn tongue,
and sing the song you never sung.
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"The eyes are windows to your soul."
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"Do you want to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering."
- Henri-Frédéric Amiel.