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Jul 2019
Carry me through the gentle winds
to the land of silent prayer
where words don't exist
nor does people who stare
I cannot run wild again
in the forest for a single apple
I've lost my way
and I cant remember home
what faces made me smile
the muddy waters don't reflect images
only horrors that live in my reflection
the taste of the candy i ate has faded
and now i taste bitter.
I hear them laugh but i cannot see
for when I look they disappear
the demons that live in the corner of my eyes
lurk in the darkness when i'm alone
constant whispers and barren dreams
hoping that ill die out here
InkHarted
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InkHarted  19/M
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