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People tell me I need to
smile more. But,
I don't  know
how.
Life, Is like a maze.
I just keep running
into dead
ends.
Sorry for the late post.
I try to wake up, Only
to find, I was never
asleep.
Most afraid of death, aren't afraid of life. But death is apart of life,
So what are they afraid of?
Run
I keep running from "Them",
but "Their" always one
step ahead.
I hear so many voices, I can't tell 
which are real,
Or just in my
head.
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