The Walls

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The walls around have locked me in.
There is no way to exit again.
You chose the path to lead you here.
This is where you have to face all your fear.
It’s like I’m in, a cell that won’t open.
Is this the place, where we see the end?
Or is it a place where the walls will crash down?
Now is when you see, what you left around.
Then you wake up and see where you’re at.
This is the time that you wish to go back.
I’d rather be in the walls, than live this life.
Let me go back, or give me a knife.
I cut myself and watch, every drop of blood fall.
You should have just let me, go back in the walls.

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