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Where I wither on

Looking back just

Glass too grey its

Mystify

I chose hold over

Thoughts

As a child I 

Agonized demise

Therein spacious dark

No night

Neon letters all 

Spilling over

Something I couldn't poll

I'm sold

You know

I was terrified

Slipped into

Other eyes

Never fearing death

Till faith taught me hell

I carried that far too long