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maryhlangley
Female, 42, MO
"laughter translates into any language. Graffiti"
7:22pm, February 14, 2009
The hole, the demon and me. Mood
Tuesday, March 3, 2009 | A Poem/Artistic story
        I wake to complete darkness. My body is hurting and my mind is confused. As my eyes focus I see a rope hang from above me. It reaches to the floor. I am in a hole. On the other side of the hole is  a demon. My only excape is to climb the rope. No matter how I try I am too weak and fall back onto the floor. The demon is just laughing and watching. As the minutes pass by the rope is getting shorter and shorter. If I do not find a way to climb out of this hole I will forever belong to the demon. The rope is now to short to grab. I am now becoming one with the demon. I am no longer Me.
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Comments

  1. dj master

    Is this a dream???????????????????????


    dj master

  2. Fibrofab1

    be strong my friend you can reach it


    Fibrofab1

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