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Jun 2020
Woke up at the end of the rainbow
A place filled with those hollow
Surrounded by a million faces
Echoing are bloodied voices
Something is in the distance, it's light
But it won't make a difference

Hands reach out from all sides
They grab a hold of me
The light in the distance fades, gone is the little boy inside
Fractured memories, lost humanity
In my cage where no divinity resides

Broken mirror, now
A sinner.
Anthony Michael James Butler
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Anthony Michael James Butler  21/M/Ontario
(21/M/Ontario)   
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