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follow the map, find darkness; diverge from the path, ever the heartless

recently, doors keep opening on

their own, warning me

i’m still haunted — perhaps a better

description would be that i’m burdened

by the spirits i keep yanking around, hauling

their limp bodies on my shoulders.

ache, ache, ache, they scream,

begging me to release them into the voice,

allow them to anguish in peace

and harmony with other deceased dreams.

ache, ache, ache, i repeat

for the only fact i can be

certain of during times of opening doors

is my permanent past pain.


Sam H. is a college student planning to study psychology. They're an avid fan of niche TV shows and often enjoy reading in their spare time.

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