I tore up
in me
includes of
Jungle of mine
black
unwilling
long hair
The existence
had me
bloody
in the world
depressed
I shuddered
even as
child
that it
a god
gives
one of
diversity
Be
not willing
prayers
want the
of old burdens
the fallen one
the new
gods
disguise
conceal
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