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Apr 18
I sit alone within this room
though my mind lurks elsewhere
In a mirror, I see a reflection of me
But when I blink, I am nowhere.

Each time I speak, voices echo
And the longer I stay, they grow
The walls I built begin to crumble
And all my fears finally show.
Finding an end within the circle of madness

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2017
Cyrille Octaviano
Written by
Cyrille Octaviano
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     Jimmy silker
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