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Senses of the Soul

Can you smell it, Roy?
I must reek of unanswered prays,
A lifetime of fearless dares,
Several moments without cares.
Can you smell my resentment,
mixed with my fear?

What creature have I become?
I seek to hurt you,
To make us even,
To make us balanced,
To make us equivalent.
I seek to hurt you
to hide the smell of your ultimate sorrow.
What have I done?

Random idea I had. It's a collection so stay tuned... I can't believe I just said that.