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Dark room

Truth

By Marcus HillPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read
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Shapes cut from the walls, decorated around the room. Eyes open without a single image consumed, while Thoughts are like visions painting the mind. Moments glued together like a movie, teaches us lessons we never heard. Rage is calm once the pulse settles but the damage is done. Beaten & bruised Is the soul with no hiding place, searching for cover while under fire. One must gasp in thin air hoping to fill their lungs, but not breathing abandons struggle. Take a deep breath even if it’s your last, that way you know u tried to live.

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