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Aug 11
I just wish,my past would be set free,broken from these chains intangeling me.

Rapped around my soul,like a weight chained to my heart. Leaving me desperate to walk the plank, into perpetual dark.

No one knows,this struggle im in,or this raging emotional pain claustrophobic death strangling all hope,must go on,sunlight strikes my pell skin.

The world around me, dark and gray, colors escape my eyes, I'm at deaths external gates.

Is any one there? ©
Michael Powers
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Michael Powers  51/M/North Carolina
(51/M/North Carolina)   
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