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THE GRAND ESCAPE
The waves are crushing
My Sanity is swaying
The loop beckons softly.
It promises escape.
Escape from these perilous storms of life.
Escape to the cold embrace of solitude.
No problem will be solved,
But who cares when I am swinging mid-air.
© venomous_v
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