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The Dark Room

this dark room, a bottomless pit, a place in my mind but in motion of free falling witness to my pain and anxiety I bore, a feast for the beast that rules in its whole “you should try hard”, they proposed, without being aware of the beast the cage holds nights are haunted by the ghosts of loss one way of getting out- but life is that cost.

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