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Labyrinth

 
Talk to me, hear my voice.
I'm weary of staring at bricks.

I dropped the ball of string
and can't see past the tears.

Each one that falls plants
a thorn beneath my bare feet.

Find me, see me, walk with me.
Together we can quit this labyrinth.
Written by Tristique
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