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Swirling flourescent lights alive with mistrust,

Hoping, wishing, and desperately needing it all to end.

The filing cabinet which once held all my demons

Has been opened and they have been released.

Now they are everywhere and everything

Reducing me to hide behind my invisible curtain,

Because if I should take that fatal step out,

I will surely die from my own fears,

And should I stay hidden

I will surely die from my own tears.

All hopes and dreams flooded,

Washed away like mere pebbles tumbling around in an ocean.

Either way the demons live triumphant,

For they are made from memories I can not escape

No matter how hard I try,

Each time I fail

For I can not erase the past,

Nor can I forget.