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Mar 18
These walls collapsing around me, pushing me down the hell hole
Will Hades give me shelter? I'm losing my mind, losing all control
Was I already in pieces? Or crushed in transit? Does anyone really care?
I'm broken goods, no, return not possible,  I'm broken beyond repair
My reflection, I hate myself, it's so ugly, it's revolting, it's me, go figure
The question lingers, who will fall in love, with this horrible man in my mirror?
It has begun. The downward spiral.
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Travelling ToHell  M
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