Each moment,
more of myself,
dissapears,
into what I fear,
is just another place,
that will hurt me,
though what is left here,
is less and less,
me,
and more,
the pain that consumes,
my mind,
ever so slowly,
though I found,
that I can hide,
what I feel and see,
for I have learnt,
that in words,
I can twist and change,
reality,
for all who think,
that they know me,
I have proven,
to all,
and myself,
that I can write,
anything,
that I choose,
to let all see,
for words,
are my wall,
and my tunnel through,
with them,
I can make,
a world become true.
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Another great one! 
