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Bottling up

May 17, 2023
By Anonymous

Inside my soul, there is candles

Hundreds sit in a infinite dark room

Big, small, tall, short

The candles I hold dear to myself

Because without the candles, the monsters come out in the dark

They circle me, trying to reach me

But it's impossible to them

No matter how hard they try

But also impossible for me

The candles, they are immovable

Trapping me in a circle of walls that I can’t seem to shift

So sometimes I have to blow them out

So even if I am now filled in a room full of monsters

I can at least try to defeat them before there are to many



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