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May 2015
The peeling walls of my mind, feel like
their closing in on my sanity..
Deep shadows of the farthest corners
of my periphery warning me of pending doom..
At once a sense of calm begins to overtake
my being..
As if the eternal tranquility of death was
already embracing me..
Then, marching to the failing beat of my
heart, faint footsteps came to a halt..
The war was over, the battle lost, and I
surrendering my soul to the demons
inside of me..
Written by
John Leroy Maxwell
422
   Callum Hutchings
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