Living this life all alone.
In this prison, once called home.
Grasping tendrils of hope escaping.
Appeasing those only traipsing
through my life with no importance.
Distracted only by circumstance.
I do not wish to be saved,
Nor my demons to be sleighed.
Only want for an escape,
before it truly is too late.
Fate, a mistress, so confusing.
Whilst in her grasp, always losing.
Crave only what I had before.
What now seems as only lore!
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