
I have this feeling of hate,
this feeling of utter disregard
for flesh,
that is my own,
flesh making my life hard.
I created this feeling of anger,
this feeling of complete regret
for flesh,
that is my own,
flesh I wish I had never met.
I found this feeling of sorrow,
this feeling of empty sadness
for flesh,
that is my own,
flesh driving me to madness.
I own this feeling of being lost,
this feeling of absolute despairfor flesh,
that is my own,
flesh not ready for repair.
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