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Dark limitless halls Chair wobbling, sitting strategically Not dead Nor alive In the middle comprised Scattered thoughts Hate, frustration, paranoia Confining Self -reliance Life of defiance "Why must I suffer," ready to die Creation made for a different environment A voice whispering, "Look up there is a sky" Baffled, she now remembers her grace A new place A world Universe in the making The black was only the beginning
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
Lost is not
Dark limitless halls Chair wobbling, sitting strategically Not dead Nor alive In the middle comprised Scattered thoughts Hate, frustration, paranoia Confining Self -reliance Life of defiance "Why must I suffer," ready to die Creation made for a different environment A voice whispering, "Look up there is a sky" Baffled, she now remembers her grace A new place A world Universe in the making The black was only the beginning
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
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