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My own dark walls


I see dark walls 

there is nothing to be seen

it is endless and neverending 

so many sounds I hear

I don't understand 

what are they?

they repeat over and over the same thing 

It is best to ignore them and move this dark walls

the walls begin to fall and dissapear

they no longer block me from my path 

and I am now free

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