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Poems
Dark Soul
I sit here in this cold and empty room,
Fighting off ghosts of memories long dead.
The loneliness I feel becomes my tomb,
Trapped in the asylum of my head.
I wander through the chambers of my soul,
The labyrinth of which I can't escape.
I stumble through the darkness all alone,
My only wish, to capture all those yesterdays.
Trembling in this darkness, still I cry,
Praying for the end to come so soon.
I may be living, but I'll never be alive,
I'm as dead as all those dreams that won't come true.
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