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Dec 2018
Have you ever stood in a maze,
Or a busy city street?
Pondering what might be.

I heard you want inside my head.
You yearn to know who I am
These walls my dear... they bleed
These walls are not for my protection

You reassured me time after time,
I'm so sorry...
for having faith in you.
You tore through so many walls
You faced my demons time after time
But my friend.... please stop
These walls have consumed me
I'm afraid of what may remain.
I'm so sorry
You watched the final moment
You seen through darkness
As my demons consumed me
They tore through every limb
Cleaned the blood by tongue
I'm sorry you didn't make it out on time
I'm sorry you're forever mine
Neither of us will make it out
I watched
As you let my demons consume you
You told me you would win.
I knew you stood no chance,
My demons lavished on your pain.
But into the crevices of darkness
My friend...
You're stuck with me until the end.
once privileged
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once privileged  28/F/Michigan
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