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Please Set Her Free, From My Thoughts. The Walls To My Deepest Fears Are Closing Up On Her. She Screams Out So Silently. But Her Voice Echo's To My Projected Subconsciousness. They Feel Her ****** Tears Curl To Their Souls. But Spare No Sympathy For The Little Girl. They Let Her Drown, And Watch Her Resurrect Into A Consciousness That Will Torture Me For Eternity.
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
I Told You So, But You Wouldn't Listen.
Please Set Her Free, From My Thoughts. The Walls To My Deepest Fears Are Closing Up On Her. She Screams Out So Silently. But Her Voice Echo's To My Projected Subconsciousness. They Feel Her ****** Tears Curl To Their Souls. But Spare No Sympathy For The Little Girl. They Let Her Drown, And Watch Her Resurrect Into A Consciousness That Will Torture Me For Eternity.
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
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