Five years of infantcy,
Five years of mindlessness,
Five years of loneliness,
seven days of blessing.
My life is a lonesome,
My love doesn't exist.
This anger I feel isn't me,
This obsession I feel for you.
Why does such an emotion exist,
My prison cell is small,
The iron maiden in all sides.
*Drips*
-R
Wolfe the Infamous One Community Member 
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