New Sunday's Year Words

Impersonal endlessly compelling obsessions,

       Indeed! I stood for years under the towering lonely cold wilderness anxiety of an eating disorder's mistakes I never foretold knew would honestly happen... For years my lips kissed the display of a liar's flame! Now I bare libel guilty hope witness to eternally be honest in battle against the apathy of hope, the entities of depravity against empathy and equality! 

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