i escape the inescapable
the mental
the restless
the weary
the stupid
the dreaded
the weak
the wounded
the lost
for what i escape
i surpass
down between
the looking glass
i see myself granted
bestowed upon me
my everlasting prison
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a ghost in the night i feel sometimes , lonely i feel no color only shadow, u can capture me so full of color and now i stand black... u show me my mistakes...and my beauty frame by frame...1
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