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Apr 2015
I find myself
In the depths of
A chasm
Slowly eating
And *******
The bliss out
Of me
Though I am
Not sure why,
When, where
But
It is like
All the roads,
They lead me here
But i can also
Indeed, still
Remember leaving,
Walking away
From this place
To the other dimension
Of the universe
And yet I
Still keep on
Slipping back
To this dark,
Horrible, sad place
I call my
Past.
AD Escol
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