The walls of the vault crackle and crumble as the fear pours out, but I still carry on. Sinking further and further until my heart stops. I won’t stop moving through my fears even if I have to drag myself even further.
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Author:
johnlemoore (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this means alot to me its one of many of my original poems so this is how i found out i was a dark poet (this was originally made in novemeber of 2020 and published on 8/24/2022 6:36 am)
- Category: Sad
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