Where exactly am I ?
How did I get here?
Day by day creeping
Sneaking up on me
Can you show me the path?
I didn’t think you could
All the lies you told
Before you left me here
Promises were made
Were made to break
I will never stoop
And I will never break
Stoic Poetry
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