There are days when I am lost. Just crisscrossing memory maps,
Trying to figure out when it all went wrong.
Tracing steps through empty houses,
Not one of them did I call home.
These days my conscious takes a break
And I start to hear the demons howling,
Reminding me how I got here in the first place.
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You write beautifully
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