Your presence has never subsided…
I declare; still I am not undecided…
I end this year, trembling as it began…
With breaking agony, hard to withstand…
I hold the the title of your uninvited…
My age has doubled, my mind divided…
Cynical had no place, thinking for me…
I surrendered and I became un-free…
-Madamchryzl-
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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