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Fearful and Trembling
I slide down a rope
into the empty chasm
which is your cold heart.
I light a fire
in the depths of your despair.
You hate me anyway.
It rains.
An ocean is born;
it swallows me whole.
Darkness engulfs me.
Surrounded by other misguided souls.
I feel their cages;
I discover mine.
NOTE: I wrote this at age 15. I have edited it sinc...
Monday 4th May 2015 6:23 pm
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