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Failing to escape the dungeon,
clawing at the walls
screaming for sun, for sanity
I lonesomely cry into my dirty palms
this constant fear of never changing,
Remaining forever in a state of coldness
Resulting in ice that never melts
So when a shred of light hits my skin once more
all hope is lost
sweat beads drip from my neck
as this emotion consumes my being
a taste of laughter splashes my tongue
A smile emerges on my face
and I begin to visualize something more
than just a tragic ending
FEeling on the cusp of confidence,with just enough strength to strike,
I worry.
Is this a door that I've already opened ?
Is it bolted an secured for a reason?
Or have I been just keeping it cracked
all along, because I am that foolish and insecure?
Seeing dots again
When.
