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Jan 2015
I trap myself in this cage with only my soul, my thoughts and a glass of water,
The darkness around me whispers to me,
It goes dead silent,
Pins dropping is all that was allowed to be herd,
My chest tightened,
The dead air was burying me into the silence,
Taking all I had,
I try to shut my eyes but he wants me to watch,
The room dies again,
All that is allowed to be seen is darkness,
Then he appears.
Leo Cunio
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Leo Cunio  17/MTF/North Carolina
(17/MTF/North Carolina)   
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