I give up

Revolution un turned

Always left in Moil for Ter 

Charity spared 

Health depleting

Every fiber broken

Lust and love down sized

Not meant for it

Apparently teased with a taste

Left with nothing but wretchedness and despondency 

Hunted by my own desire

Understood by the broken hearted 

Rationalized by those left with severed spirits 

Taken away from all that well

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