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Soul Slipper
Trying to hide in every dark corner. “You can run, but you can’t hide” Is what they say. I never understood that saying, until today. Always on the run from fear, happiness, nightmares and dreams. The moment I get to breathe I see that I cannot hide. All of them come running with me inside this cage that is attached to me. It’s dark inside there, inside this prison in my head. Constantly on lock down into eternity. Reliving every moment I’ve tried to escape. Stuck in this constant loop. Some escape the prison of my mind, and slip down into the cage of hope. They hear the drums beat and think they can escape. Only to put into another cage, one that is bigger, One that echoes when you yell loud enough. I would know, because my heart and the soul are stuck in this cage. Screaming to be heard, but there are no responses. I feel their pain and agony physically, they remind me every day. Making music for the one who was meant to hear it. Getting louder and harder with every heart break. Like its running out of life, Out of time. My soul is tired of hearing the heart cry and my mind go crazy. My soul has slipped out, I’ve been trying to find it. Trying to call it back home, but to no avail. On the search of the one my body plays the music for. So if you see my soul, please be nice and be kind. Tell it to go home, for it’s owner is worried it’s going to get hurt this time.
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