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May 2012
it's dark in here
things are weird
not normal.

Perverted walls
perverted people

I hear things call out to me
deep distant cries far gone.

They came from the light
I once knew those voices

I tear away as hard as I can
No chance.

Claws rip me back down
deeper and deeper

the distorted laughter of the devil gets louder
I can't escape it no matter how hard I try.

I give up
Until another time.
Written by
Grayson Owens
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