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Oct 2015
time is slipping through your fingers
as you run away from your demons
while reaching toward the orb of light
in the distance, surrounded by dark,
mysterious spirit of the darkness from
within. i gasp for air as the walls start
to lessen the gap between each other.

the walls close in as i whisper my last
words,


"why?"
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
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