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Walking out side has become a chore,
Ive become feirce of my surrounding consumed by guilt, shame and hate.
Wishing I could turn back the clock and free my self from this prison that holds me.
Each step burns and tears the pain has become unbearable and Im not sure of the truth
anymore.
Dreams have turned to reality and its becoming harder to breath.
I utter the words "HELP ME"! but no one can hear my plea.
Tears fall from my eyes and fill my lungs suffucating and drownding,
I try to fight these temptations but I fear that Im already to far from redemtion.
So I sit in my prison and wait for what fate has in store.
My only hope is that I wont be forgotten.
Copyright © Adam Genobles | Year Posted 2011
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