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That which is my hell |
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The hell I know is in my head.
It's an inescapable dread
that is only known to me.
Nothing suffices when I try
to subdue it, though my ways
are always self-satisfied.
The insanity of my choices
I cannot deny for pain is
evident no matter the flight.
I have been forsaken by
Him and by me.
I have torn up the pages
of promises seemingly empty.
I have no answers
just what I feel in my heart.
Solitude has become me
this I feel will never part.
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submitted by
bluedelphinium
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