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Oct 2017
The dungeon of my mind has no windows, it has no doors, there is no escape. Only the cold floor, it's always dark, there is no light. The fire in my soul is dying, I've lost all hope. I'm drowning in my self doubt. Most people fear death or heights or some outside force, but my biggest fear is the darkness inside my mind.
I don't know what to say about this one other than... ****
Written by
Eddie John  19/M/Oregon
(19/M/Oregon)   
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