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Hell can be anywhere

Here we go  a little boy
Lost in the woods  
Lurking,creeping, and dodging
Maneuvering through what others call evil
Confused about everything
He talks to himself
Why is this why is that
Why me
Then he see his way out
Little does he know that he lost many things
Scarred, bruise, confused
Till the point he wants to end all
His exit out of the woods
Is nothing but hell
Written by gray_child (gray_the_great)
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