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The Darkroom

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By Bray MaelzerPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Where I found Truth...and it found me.

This life is a darkroom,

In which we immerse our negatives,

Only to develop delusions,

We suppress with sedatives.

Weak in the knees for any escape,

Substances no matter how toxic,

To avoid pain of knowing our fate,

Our grasp, and how we lost it.

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