I feel locked away in my deadly shell,
I ask myself will I go to hell?
My love turns to hate, my heart into
dread, their i hang motionless and dead.
Will this be my fate, or am I to live. Whatever
it is, I will never be the same. I know
i'm surrounded by loved ones,
but the deed is done.

by isaiah correa

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