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"my prison" by Crimson_Angel

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People warned me,
told me what i was getting into.
But i was blinded by
emotions.
It seemed like the right
thing to do.
I left my friends and family
threw away my life,
all for you.
Now, i just wanna be
who i used to be.
Get away from the pain.
Every night i lay
on the floor in a puddle
of my own blood.
My soul is fading.
Im turning into you.
You're my fear.
How do i get out of here?
This prison i created.



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On Wednesday May 7th, 2008, Dark Goth (57) writes:
I recently went through this by making these same decisions and making a prison for myself. funny how these words mean nothing until you really experience it then it means everything.


On Wednesday November 17th, 2004, ONEANDLONELY (137) writes:
Where are you? This is good.



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