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Jan 2019
The worst part about Hell
isn't the flames,
But the hopelessness.

It's the knowledge
That there is no escape.
There is no end
To your inevitable pain.
And suffering.

It's the knowledge
That there is life
There is beauty
But you'll never get it.
You'll never get out.

No matter how high you reach.
No matter how loud you scream.
Playing around with free form where punctuation is symbolic.
Written by
coffeegirl  22/F/Loveland, CO
(22/F/Loveland, CO)   
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