| Fragments Of Character |
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| Deprived of one’s consciousness, all is distorted |
| Deluded forever, so long with this contortion |
| A manipulative grip keeps us mentally confined |
| Fragments of character mold confusion |
| Enticing words fall out of decaying mouths |
| This deceiving visage is a slap in the face |
| Yearning for a piece of mind, all senses are re- |
| Vealed, bleeding color and shape |
| Tourturous windings of thought remain |
| A surge of uncertainty pierces flesh |
| Left with this vision of clarity that will not be |
| Reached |
