When I wrap my hands in adhesive tape, That's when I finally start to escape. Reality's clutches begin to weaken, I feel no pain, no matter how beaten. Standing in that ring, nothing else matters. My problems melt away as the blood splatters. By day, I’m crippled by worry and strife. By night, I’m … Continue reading “The Escape” – An Original Poem
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