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The Walrus Sorrow

by Foodforthought

Taking me by the hand Forgetting what is my name The past is a blur My future hmm who knows My eyes feel different the vision is a daze Only few can understand Pretending is a gift The pain the familiar numb My chains o my chains no one has a key The den of evils has taken me Admiring the dark what else is left to understand Like I said only few can understand
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Published
Nov 9, 2014
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#life#death#dark#sorrow
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