Back to the source.
Back to who I was.
Not too late yet to stave off full decay
It is possible simply to cease
To depend on burying the past...
My melancholy
Burns me from the inside.
Going back –
is just a way to disappear
Out of sight,to loneliness,
from cleansing
To open veins…
But I need to hurry up,
this chance is the last.
Or just find crystal faith,
because I'm not strong enough...
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