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I’ve been here before

why do I keep coming back?

I know it all too well

it’s home to me

The dark corners, empty halls

voices in my head

laughs and cries of despair

in the rooms next to me

horrifying dreams

despaired parents

disoriented thinking

suicidal thoughts

dead friends

decaying enamel

abandoned aspirations

a hostage of the demons

of my own making

i don’t know

maybe I’m just talking to myself

or maybe you understand