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Jun 2018
A hole deeper than the ocean and time passes in slow motion. I am falling down and the light is fading. I seem to lose my hope, as I see new problems waving.

I am close to hit the ground, to earth I will be bound.
I rather rise, but that's not possible in a world of ice and when I look in other peoples eyes, the only thing I see are lies.

There's nothing I could call my own, one of the reasons that I always feel alone, I've got a smile on my face, but I live my life with disgrace.

I remain silent, but my feelings almost feel violent.
There's a war inside my head, caused by many and it has not ended yet.

A victim of my own, and my heart feels like a stone.
I can't win a war inside my head, which is declared by and against me, if I could, I would just flee.

There's a gate, which can be unlocked anytime, but once it's open, there's no turning back, just take a sharp tool and end this life of a fool.

Life could've been so easy, but it was not for me,
it was filled with misery and it almost led me to a killing spree, but I am still here, thinking about many things, just as I end this text, my mood swings.
Written by
AW  F/Germany
(F/Germany)   
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     Roy H Albrecht and JL Smith
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