Threshold

Catharsis

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Severed, bowed,
soul-deviled, and you'll find
Don't think that I've
got it right
Another threshold of
pain, like every inch of my life
All this means
nothing, through here: Ours is to suffer
Wanted more than
this world could hold
In the shadow of a
beauty
That we could never
ever
know.