We all have our own private hells
Constructed from our fears and dreams
We blanket ourselves in darkness
And embrace each misdeed
Throwing off the covers of despair would show us the light
But the light just amplifies our own shortcomings
The choice is to stand in front of the mirror of the soul
To accept and forgive
or to remain in sweet penetrating darkness and sleep the sleep of helplessness
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