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Mar 2015
And she was the darkness
made of all things horrid
grown in the sickest of places

And out of her mouth crawled a snake
born of lies and disease
hatched from rancor and despair

And once caught in her path
there was no way out
I was trapped with myself forever
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Mya  26/F/Wherever Souls Wander
(26/F/Wherever Souls Wander)   
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