What once shook my heart, now slowly sinks into the mud beneath my feet. What once felt so hollow, now feels so restless. Such emotions my dark locks have conceived; a change so underrated. Endless questions thump my brain, locked in my thoughts is a flood of confusion. A crisis, a natural disaster, a blow to the head. A leech enters the heart and it will die hungry for there is no more red oasis in this cold dessert. Conspiracies perspire through the pores in my skin, the bee stings and succumbs to a glorious death. So still is this lake, that even the breeze cannot move. I will no longer compromise, for I am this lake and I am the bee that will die in glory and you are the lost leech that seeks what no longer exists.
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