Eerie Thoughts and a Dreary Place
I'm seeping back into that place,
That place in which it is unsafe.
This place that feels no sorrows,
but only hate.
No anger, only chafe.
I am seeping my soaking body into the puddle beneath the ground,
The puddle that is muddled with eerie pictures and thoughts of my dreary sounds.
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