Seeing Things

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Every single innocently passing year,
pulls the lingering darkness close.
The belief I seek waits far in fear,
tucked in a corner, turning wishes into ghosts.
The comfort I need, only found in the maze,
my mind dancing terrified circles in the web.
It's a missing thing, my invisible place,
looked upon only by you, my invisible friend.





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