My past haunts me. It cracks at the door of sorrow and pain. My mind tries to suppress the sound, but the sound over takes its attacks. The door is being ripped from its hinges. The darkness has arrived. What is my plea? Do I run do I flea? But no, I stay, and I wait for his breathless voice to take me in the sea of darkness, I wait for the pain to take me away. Who will save me from this pain? Who will save me from the darkness in my heart? Who will break the chains that hold me to engross here, in the eternal depth of darkness
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