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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Aug 6, 2014

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Slimy walls
And rusty chains
Keeping me trapped
Keeping me locked
I need to escape
To get away
From this nightmare
But I'm a prisoner
Inside my own mind

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Just something short I came up with. Enjoy.
Edit: I fixed a few typos.

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Fat-Butt

May 6, 2016

"I never hear the word 'escape' without a quicker blood, a sudden expectation, a flying attitude.
I never hear of prisons great by soldiers battered down, yet I tug childish at my bars, only to fail again!"

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