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May 2013
This blackness inside
Tastes sweet when you let it
A clever deception I acknowledge
But never will comprehend
Building end upon end
Demonic sludge
Made of of disease and depression
Solidifying into brick after debilitating brick
Blocking any true hope for recovery
And getting bigger all the time
A wall I can't possibly get over
A wall i couldn't possibly climb

A wall to **** me in the end
Because that's its only design
DaSH the Hopeful
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DaSH the Hopeful  23/M/Rome, Ga
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