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At my darkest hour Cursing my breathing I slid from the bed, sweat heavy on the brow struggling for breath. I mustered my strength, Crawled to the door Mind racing, Dazed through an internal maze, For what seemed an eternity. I lay on that cold floor, reminiscing of past deeds done, And of the chains that bind me. My soul numbed, As I stare into an abyss. I cursed and swore while staring at that door, How death was cheated from me. My planned escape from my mortal cage Failed that morning.
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
Chains that Bind
At my darkest hour Cursing my breathing I slid from the bed, sweat heavy on the brow struggling for breath. I mustered my strength, Crawled to the door Mind racing, Dazed through an internal maze, For what seemed an eternity. I lay on that cold floor, reminiscing of past deeds done, And of the chains that bind me. My soul numbed, As I stare into an abyss. I cursed and swore while staring at that door, How death was cheated from me. My planned escape from my mortal cage Failed that morning.
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
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