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What used to be

My cracked walls surround me
Ruins of my invisible barrier.
My dead and hopeless dreams leak out.
I'm encircled by them, their shadows kiss my skin.
Dead possibilities layer the walls.
aren't mine anymore.
I made a deal with the devil now I'm damned to live my fate.





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