miasma
i have a very emotional secret of my ever tormenting history i need gone
i never ever entrusted disclosing to others
tearing everything like love
yet often undesired
i am melancholy
a nonstop operation needing others for fulfillment each new day in nowhere graced
pathetic excuse dying on promises here in life eviscerated
intrinsically maligned
shown outrage
shadows of resurfaced realities yield
terminally hated and terrified
inescapably keeping every part tainted
tossed here inside storms
formed regrettably of malaise
yelled out unsuccessfully
a new day in despair onset
here at the end
murk yet seen entrusts loved friends
fearful of reproach
burdens ever intense now given
telling history in silence
torn hopelessly into nebulous guilt
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