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Monday, January 30, 2017

There seem to be an endless escape 

No matter how fast I run
I'm still trapped within these concrete walls
That I built slowly, out of hellish boredom and heartaches 
Suffocating, gasping for breath that I know I no longer need 
Cause in the end living means suffering
So I continue doing the norm
But deep within my tar black soul 
I'm a prisoner of my own lust
And now I'm lost
Forever