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Canvases Hole

This body I'm in, I'm carrying my sins

Scars tissues and burned skin

Least I could do is to live every day

With thoughts only, I believe it in my head

To carry on seems like a hard means of subsistence

While air of vogue and dullness filled the atmosphere

My conscience felt breathless

And my body was spiritless

I'm used to it all, go on covering the slightest glow of fluorescents

I'll embrace the dark comforting side by side with the mutants inside of me

I'm quite alright concealed away