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In concealment . . .

I find peace

I am sane

I create my own world.

In concealment . . .

there is nothing to be shown

emotions are not known

everything's dark as black.

In concealment . . .

I won't get myself out

I have a heavy heart

I slowly die because of my horrid past.

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