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�It Is Time�
~Sara Montey~

Sometimes I feel
I must escape
Escape from this world,
This emptiness
That fills
My soul.
Blinded, I run
Run deeper and deeper
Into the darkness,
Until finally
I can no longer
Keep running.
It is time
To turn around
And face the evil
That chases me
Chases me from myself
And lingers
In my existence.
It is time
To break free
Of the chains
That embrace me
And cut off my breathing
And the beating
Of my heart.
It is time
I strengthen my soul
And find myself.
Somewhere in this darkness
I lie.
It is time...