I often walk a path no one has ever seen before;

It leads me through a dark wood where life never stirs;

The sun never shines through the branches and leaves of the trees;

It never hits this forest floor.

The path leads to a muddy brook, where I dip my fingers in the ice cold water. The sensentation numbs my soul, and the seizing silence assures me that I am alone. So I step within the shadows to utter my thoughts;

Thoughts that I have never told anyone.

Here, I mutter the truths of the deeds I have done; 

Deeds that no one knows of;

Truths that I would not want anyone to hear.

This place echo's the deepest, darkest, most feared part of my soul;

This is where my secrets hide. 



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Lily Larkin
May 9 2020

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