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Blairlacy Jul 2014
You say my bedroom is a mess
And I get offended-
Because the daunting mess of my bedroom
Is only a portion of my repugnant mind
It's Out of drawers to store my distasteful thoughts
Just like the tattered pajamas you wore as a child thrown in the back of a closet
They are so frail - like me
They hold on by a single thread-
But I wish those thoughts
were the worst thoughts I had in my head
Because maybe then-
you could be my thread and hold me
Together
Blairlacy Jul 2014
Well I'm laying in my bed
Sinking with my dreams
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You're on my mind
No sleep tonight

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