discontent heart systematically stripped of self esteemlavish sin flaunted without remorse has scarred my heartbroken trusts sings me awake during nightmaresin dreams they enter, my friendly demonsacting out my current life so I can see where I follysome see...

A decade back it happened my very own Krakatoa.The waves it threwnearly took me under.They have receded now.Only ripple marks remain,etched into my soul's fibre,a record of that old eruption and a warning,plain as scar tissue:lt could happen again.

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