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I stand at the edge of this forest weeping My demons hiding, creeping, creeping I’m searching for a hint of light Separation from this endless night Some how this darkness caught me Tearing away all that I could be Keeping me from those around It never let me make a sound As months, years passed Over and over again I asked The same question that plagued my mind Though it held an answer so hard to find At last I found it would speak to me Give the answer I thought I may not see I asked for my means of escape and for it to be true “To escape, the person you must **** is you.”
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
This Prison
I stand at the edge of this forest weeping My demons hiding, creeping, creeping I’m searching for a hint of light Separation from this endless night Some how this darkness caught me Tearing away all that I could be Keeping me from those around It never let me make a sound As months, years passed Over and over again I asked The same question that plagued my mind Though it held an answer so hard to find At last I found it would speak to me Give the answer I thought I may not see I asked for my means of escape and for it to be true “To escape, the person you must **** is you.”
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
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