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My room  feels  like  a  tree house, I'm  carefully  camouflaged  in the  wilderness  that  is  life finding  solace in  the  echoes  of  tunes only  I  can  hear and  smells  that  remind  me  of the  people  we  used  to be.
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Tree house
My room  feels  like  a  tree house, I'm  carefully  camouflaged  in the  wilderness  that  is  life finding  solace in  the  echoes  of  tunes only  I  can  hear and  smells  that  remind  me  of the  people  we  used  to be.
ShrutiMittal
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
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