I hear them,
in the walls,
talking to me,
telling me their lies,
stories of darkness,
of controversy and death,
I listen to them,
I tired not to,
but it’s better to give in,
than to try and hide,
for in the end,
when it comes for me,
I want it to know,
I know its name,
and,
I am not afraid.
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 
Staring the inevitable in the face, is scary, but sometimes, we need to, force ourselves to, face, whatever comes our ways, head on.
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much,
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