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Spiderwebs all over my celling.

I lay broken on my floor.

My soul is a verey tortured one.

I have grown to love the darkness.

I have come to hate the light.

The pain you caused has blinded me,

I have lost all of my sight.

I shall remain here,

for how long?

I don't know.

All I know is if i did get up

There would be nothing to show for.

I don't care any more.

I will remain forever more broken

with no sense of derection

on the floor.