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My old home

Sitting here in this dark place wondering where everything went is this reality or is it imaginary? Thinking on the past I can’t see what’s in front.  It’s so dark ahead but so bright behind. These old demons keep dragging me down back into this place once called home. The darker it gets the more hollow I feel. This pain inside is getting to strong to handle I’m crashing down.  What can I do but welcome in my old friends???

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