If these walls could talk, you’d know my body is dead, my mind has been taken over, that’s why I am so scared. I can’t control it, anger is making me blind. I’ve been left here on my own chained to a hate of some kind. If these walls could talk, you’d know about my fears, about all those nights I screamed for help, about all my fallen tears. You’d know about the demons haunting me at night, you’d be able to help me keep my fire alight, if these walls could talk.

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