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Poetry

Maze

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I stagger and crawl through the maze in my head,
Dodging each corner to the lies I was fed,
A disruption in the trail, where am I now?
I’m lost from myself, and I think I know how,

The battered dead body of the boy I used to be,
A weak little soul that used to be me,
Although escaped from weakness, I am not fixed,
There a demons here that should not be mixed,

Could this be the exit, the place to go,
I keep myself steady, begin to walk slow,
But as I approach, all I can see,
Is that there’s no way to escape me