My place
I found my place
the place where I remember everything I want to forget
trapped with myself
there is hatred and greif as I find myself
there is fear
I pace back and forth wondering how to make time pass faster
I wasnt sure
Why did this place make me think about things that make me sad?
I talked to myself
What did I say to make myself better
what did I mutter
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