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Jun 2019
Don't ever imagine;
That you know what's going on in here.

This place is evil,
Haunted.
Bereft of happiness;
Twisted.

Dark corridors, hidden.
Behind a brimming exterior.
Soulless, and sad.
Yet, a smile.
In every appearance.

Don't assume. Don't guess.
Fight your own demons, instead.
Fọlábòmí Àmọó
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