Alleyways

One day I'm not going to hide. 

Won't feel so small.

Won't want to curl up into a ball.

One day I'll be gone from this world, and know I had it all wrong. Believing the illusions and forgetting to be the light. 

And you'll never know this battered brain traversed these woods, and wandered so fully into the depths of darkness. 

But I've always loved alleyways so that says a lot. 



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