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Nov 2014
Sitting alone where I hate to call home
As the voices ring on once again as they do
I've lost peace of mind
It's nowhere I can find
The thoughts just keep coming
I sit here and stew
For there is no distracton to bring satisfaction
In staying off things I would rather not think
There is no defense
No relaxing the tension
There's no victory in running
I've started to sink
The same things I've said now repeat in my head
But I find it much harder believing my words
When there's nothing to show
While the pain keeps on growing
I've held on to nothing but hope with no cure
I've chewed through the bars
I've stopped counting my scars
For they keep on collecting new scars of their own
Life in a cage amidst sorrow and rage
But prepare for the freedom of choking alone
I've taken my steps
Each has come to collect
Maybe I'm just defective
Neglected by chance
Smiles no longer save me
The beauty keeps fading
Despite all my efforts, I never could dance
So I sit here alone
Just a fool with no throne
Who sees fit to condone trying so hard in vain
"One day..." I keep saying
And the record keeps playing
Just like me, it is broken
It's here I remain
Despite all I have tried
Despite all the tears cried
I've but flooded my mind with more things to forget
Hope has carried me far
But what lessons there are
Only teach me I'm drowning
Tangled in my own net
Diary of the Damned
Written by
Diary of the Damned  Stanford, Kentucky
(Stanford, Kentucky)   
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     ---, --- and Luna Lynn
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