Personal Hell
Down here in this place so deep
This mountain never seemed so steep
Smiling faces all around seem
Far far from here
I am alone here in this now
Surrounded by my fears
Going through the paces of life
But never really living
This is what I have become
A big big empty shell
Walking around here on my own
This is my personal Hell
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