Black Smoke

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Cold, almost numbing blades scrape against me,

The guilt of being found is something I don't need. 

If I tell then I will fall into a world of paranoia and fear,

if I don't? The guilt will eat me up. 

I need to escape it: the fear,

I need to find my escape,

Push back the demons that stand in my way.

I need to find my own ambition in life, 

work up towards that goal: 

My freedom, 

My freedom of the world.

The End

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