Better left inside no lights ahead total forgetness deep sleep feeling weak golden crys next to candle light someone neat someone sweet to sweap you of your feet to fall sraight down to be coverd with dirt to cry blind in the night never to be heard.
Reason for writing:
the reason for this poem to me is a feeling traped inside.
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