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Feb 11
Locked inside
Can’t express
Holes to deep
Emotions dry
Not knowing why.
Closed shop
No highs
Continual drop
No hope
No scope
Suicidal thoughts
Neck to rope.
Locked into dark
Always recession
No brightness
Deep in depression.
Ease the pain
release the chain
No charm
Self harm
Dull life
Bloodied knife
Turn left
Turn right
At the end
There’s always light
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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