I walked into it-
A hell absent of a destination;
A future could not be seen.
The doors were guarded with deception-
As paths of shimmering promise.
So I walked through them…
Wouldn’t you?
Demented with thoughts
That appearances were true.
Yet here I stand.
Who knew?
IT did.

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