You once dug me many graves
And upon each one I willing crossed my arms over my chest
And fell back upon the 6 foot hole
Only to crawl out to do it again and again
Only getting more filthy and weak as time went by
But one day I said "no more"
And I took the shovel as I walked away
Before the day came that I was buried
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My Labyrinth Path
PoetryMy third official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart, and followed by My Scribble Thoughts. Have you ever felt lost? Like the maze in your head was never ending and you could not find a way out of the chaos? I have too. Take my hand and...
