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There was a soul bruised and maimed Hidden from everyone was a stain In a dark place where no one recognized Deep within the crevices of the soul's mind The secret stain lie Though everyone was around Only the soul heard the ugly sound Every wound, every scar, every sore Echoed, “Liar! Leper! Whore!” Wrapped in an ornamental package Deep within crawled gritty maggots Eating away at the stain inside Feeding thoughts of suicide Only ONE dared to explore Beyond the souls disguisable décor Once open Exposed the ugliness The unbearable repugnance The ONE grabbed hold Deep down inside And with mouth opened wide Swallowed the stain the grit the grime The ONE became the stain and died The ONE resurrected Glorified The soul never ending Was now purified As untouched snow No grit No grime The soul forever Sanctified
If you or someone you know is suffering from suicidal thoughts, please reach out for help.
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