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Sleeping Soul

I hate it in here,
I can never breathe,
almost dying everyday,
its time to let me out.
Let me go,
it’s been too long,
trapped inside,
this painful prison,
where all I do is hurt

The Slowest Seconds

Starring into the blank space that is my room,
Seeing the paper on the wall,
But to me it isn’t even there… All I see is emptiness.

Try to console me,
Sit down,
Talk to me,