The End




It hit the floor.

My body and soul flew right out the door.

They took me away

and told me to stay.

I tried to stay sane,

but they swept me up-

into their feign

of reality.

I'm better now.

Cured I suppose.

But, I've been to a place to which nobody goes.

It's not pleasant or nice

 Smells more of ash then of spice.

I died there.

Where they thrived. 

I will never be the same.

I never could be. 

I never had a chance.

They overtook me.

The End

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