I open my arms and let you into my world of scars
They divulge my diatribe of pain
Where I am perpetually bewildered under your bell jars
And where this emotional anguish will never wane
I plead with you to make me better
I take the magical dose to no longer live in cacophony
Yet, it leaves me owing something to the voracity of the debtor
And bewitched under the spell of your sovereignty
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