The Darkness, I hope it ends...

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The smoke is heavy and the darkness has encumbered all my thoughts. 
The unconscious is all over and is creeping through the dark. 
The shadow is larger than the self and its not easy to see the other side. 
The hell has come alive and we all are a part of it, unrelated though. 
I am helpless because the key to the exit is with someone else who had forgotten where he kept it. 
I hope he remembers and unlock the exits from hell that we create and live in...

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