I should be labelled an escape artist.
However, I don't escape from locked cages or safes that have been submerged deep under water.
No, instead, I have been escaping my pain and all that's hurt me
All these years,
and times running out.
I'm running out of air and it sbecome hard to breath in my confinement of demons which are my wounds.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
I should be labelled an escape artist.
However, I don't escape from locked cages or safes that have been submerged deep under water.
No, instead, I have been escaping my pain and all that's hurt me
All these years,
and times running out.
I'm running out of air and it sbecome hard to breath in my confinement of demons which are my wounds.
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