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Poetry

Frustration, Anger, Pain, And sadness, We're all dying from the m a d n e s s . -Our Generation, Wither --- This is my voice to the world.

21. Fault Lines

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by TheStormisMe

by TheStormisMe

I used to shatter

I used to break

Suddenly,

Swiftly,

Spontaneously,

But now,

Now I do not shatter,

I do not break,

But I

Slowly,

Painfully,

Excruciatingly,

Feel the fractures,

Spreading like spiderwebs,

Over my skin.

Like waiting for the fire to consume you,

One,

Inch,

At a time.

I do not break.

I do not shatter.

Instead,

I burn.