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Cont4.

There's a place 

I like to go

Deep into the woods

It's where I hide

From all of you

The only place

To call my home 

I can breathe without

Confinement

I can see 

Further than possible

Dammit can't you see

I'm dying inside

Wonder please

Why I want to get away

You know

Know why

I blame myself

For all I've done

I hate my self

There I've said

It

Finally admitted

This black shadow

Looming ever above me

Was created by me

Maintained by me

Fed by me

Can you not hear

My pleas for help

Or do you hear

But refuse to listen

I don't need you

I'm already broken you fool

I'll be here

In my forest

Where nothing

No one 

Can touch me

 

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