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Personal Narrative: The Myth Of Hell
Evil and wicked, Hollow and empty, as deep as a shallow well with tasteless, vile water lifted by the bucketful to splatter across the page.
Naked and vulnerable; my deep, dark secrets exposed to the world. Taking pleasure in deep thought; baring my heart and retched soul. A swine wallowing in its own filth. Letting my mind travel into the depths of Hell, only to crawl back out again. Consumed slowly by the fires and desires of smoldering demons that rip me apart to escape the sanity of the insane madness that consumes me, rising upward to spew forth as word vomit. Halt it, I cannot. It escapes through my pen to be viewed coffin-like when the page is turned…
Woe is me to be gagged, freed from this insanity, one day, to walk amongst the
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