Spaces of loneliness are forged within, left by people who
negligently hurt feelings so terribly with careless words.
Tossing about, being thrown into dungeons of medieval times,
lost forever in the blackness of shadows, burying me beneath
once thought of kindness and compassion.
Going deeply into labyrinths, taking my soul with me, never
letting it go again.
Riding into sunsets of eternal time.
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