Behind Closed Doors
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Última publicación mié, nov 2, 2016
I fear my sanity will be left here.
Among the countless corpses that have already begun the early stages of decomposition.
Among the dignity of others.
It is dark, but that is the only thing that remains consistent.
Until they open the iron door and a shred of light forces itself into my cell.
We do not matter. We are replaceable, in fine order until a single clasp breaks.
Imprisoned, waiting for the freedom of death that awaits us.
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