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Holding On To Sanity
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Depressed Poetry It's been years
since I last felt you cold grip
pulling me closer to insanity
But now you've returned
haunting me in my dreams.
Your voice is still the same
cold, angry and full of hatred.
Nor have your looks even slightly changed
The combination stil scares me
I remember those days long ago
when harming us brought you pleasure.
My soul left corrupted until the hour of death
I left to get away from it all
but my mind can't forget
The healing process refuses to be complete.
Scars are starting to feel eternal
Will my soul ever break free?
