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Oct 2016
I've been there, locked away in hell.
Trying to scream and trying to yell
But failing to produce sound
Looking around
Seeing nothing but black
Feeling as if I'm going to be attacked
I can't fend for myself
I can't win
This isn't good for my health
It makes the beast within
Grow mad for blood
Pushing you down into the mud
Feasting on your feelings
Ripping off your wings
So you're stuck forever in hell
No ability to leave and no ability to yell
Charles W Rose
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Charles W Rose
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