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Aug 2018
I wandered alone
into the woods,
to find out
who I am.
Clothed in darkness,
bathed in mist,
my only resources,
is myself.
Forced to confront
the demons inside me.
Only to emerge
back into the world,
still clothed in darkness,
still bathed in mist.
Still…
More crap from my leaky mind
Written by
Todd
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