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Dec 2012
She had no place to go.
Walls around her,
Trapped in her own mind.
So many ideas
Locked behind the bars of
Imagination.
Covered all over
With lies of forced secrecy.
What lurks for her next?
Added greed and deception,
Growling.
Won't someone help her?
Save her from seclusion,
From pure elusive destruction?
She's no fit on her own
Not from herself,
Not after what happened.
Her world now destroyed,
It was only her self esteem.
Her will to be herself,
Remain independent.
Her soul, now cursed,
Screams for a way out.
If only there was an opening, a merciful light.
But instead a dark, Aged, Relentless being.
Thomas Crone
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Thomas Crone  Saratoga Springs, NY
(Saratoga Springs, NY)   
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