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Within Hell's Clutch
What's wrong with me,
I can't do anything right,
that I always tend to,
put up a fight.
It's all so silly,
that it is me,
crying out,
'let me be.'
Where did my courage,
and strength go,
I long for them,
I need them so.
I've been a fool,
and give up to fast,
when all I want,
is to forget the past.
The deepest thing,
I've buried inside,
but when they add up,
it feels like I just died.
The pain will just,
become too much,
then you'll be,
within Hell's clutch.
poem
by
Katherine Bryce
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