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Silence, within this cold and dark room of mine Solitude with a perfect design Items that bring me a semblance of joy Such as a deck of cards or an old child's toy But I can't escape my own head Or the emptiness of my arms or bed Imprisoned from my own mistakes Trembling, scared, as my facade breaks So I wait patiently and empty forever more Knowing I'll wind up just like before
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
My room
Silence, within this cold and dark room of mine Solitude with a perfect design Items that bring me a semblance of joy Such as a deck of cards or an old child's toy But I can't escape my own head Or the emptiness of my arms or bed Imprisoned from my own mistakes Trembling, scared, as my facade breaks So I wait patiently and empty forever more Knowing I'll wind up just like before
#afraid#alone#noescape#tormented
grim-spade
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
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