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Storms Heed destruction.. Storms heed sickness through emotions sought out from victims of self destruction. I am one, fighting through countless battles seeking shelter from this storm of destruction You push, pull, you emancipate, you force, and pressure You desire to break my spirits down to...

Cries escape This morning I awoke vibrant, sins of the world no longer a plague As my life drew on weary through battles I fought endlessly Shining through the emancipation of grief, desperation, and inner failure I felt as though the harmful were obliviated, The anger, pain annihilated...

Sigs: (Done for a tutorial)