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Nov 2017
The depths of hell,
Calls my name,
A forgotten soul from above,
Screaming in terror and pain.

Loosing strength,
As I enter the gate,
Fear and torment
Is what i felt.

Walk the path of
Poor old souls,
That suffers from pain
And regrets.

Nearing the end,
Agony of my drench soul,
Weep at the floors of hell,
And remain locked
From above
Twelve
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Twelve  23/M/Philippines
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