I have placed my trust in those who would betray me.
Their pleasure in my pain would be grander than their apathy.
But hence tis all I have left.
The ache is beyond this body's limits.
A solution is impossible in its simplicity.
Yet no strength to perform this task remains.
I hold fast to the dust that is left.
The demons of my soul are shouting down the better angels in my brain.
-Johnny V.
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