GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 336

has no more chance to elicit even a speck of nuance in the valley of existence My injured psyche bruised demeanour splintered tattered core gasp for breath being unable to take it any more Flanked by distress and disdain pierced by throbbing pain my intent nosedives my numb wishes crawl towards burial place having lost all scope for redemption. 336