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Wandering in this white unknown,
Wondering which way to go,
Smelling the fire, as it burns,
What have I gained, what have I learned.
Afraid of all that might've been,
Afraid of who, where and when.
Smote by myself, feel the pain,
Choked inside, by my own chain.
Anger builds up, filled with rage,
My life's story blank, every page.
Held within for way too long,
Feel myself tick like a bomb.
My hell becomes more and more real,
No one knows the pain I feel,
I fall to the ground, I start to cry,
I feel a need, a want, to die.
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