Release

Bruised and battered, I sit in the gutter. My bones are broken. My soul is crushed. My heart is shattered.
I hold no signs for pity.
I beg for no money.
I sit here because I’ve no strength to stand.
I sit here, defeated, on my own.
Alone.
It is all that I deserve.
Sorrow is my companion.
Anguish is my food.
Failure is my breath.
Let me die.

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