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Aug 2019
There's so many fake passageways
In this medieval maze of mine
Monsters keep popping out of walls
And leading me in circles
To abandon me at dead ends
Of which there are too few
All these walls have twists and turns
That always end
In the same blank rock face
No matter which path I choose
I know where I'll go
I'll always end up dead
At each fairytale end
Whoever made this labyrinth is an *******.
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
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