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May 2020
As I walk down the spiraling staircase
Blood of tears run down my cheeks
I open the door to that room, that place
Where my soul will be set ablaze
A wonderful place
Filled with so many freaks
An awful place
Filled with so many screams
I'm wide awake in this dream
I wish to go back to sleep
But here I lay and here I'll bleed
Because I..
I believed.
Anthony Michael James Butler
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Anthony Michael James Butler  21/M/Ontario
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