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Through pasts of the neglected memories are to be forgotten Sudden cries out for scrutiny where punishment is quality behind creaking wooden doors Where cries of affection are forbidden Echoing silence is the new existence Beliefs of optimism are secluded Time lost and forever diminished behind creaking wooden doors Who was once content Running through fields of flowers demolishing slices of birthday cake now imprisoned in the hands of a stranger behind creaking wooden doors Never to be brought home Dreams of merriment are inferior Weakness grows its’ strength Whispers of prayers are fallacious behind creaking wooden doors
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
Creaking Wooden Doors
Through pasts of the neglected memories are to be forgotten Sudden cries out for scrutiny where punishment is quality behind creaking wooden doors Where cries of affection are forbidden Echoing silence is the new existence Beliefs of optimism are secluded Time lost and forever diminished behind creaking wooden doors Who was once content Running through fields of flowers demolishing slices of birthday cake now imprisoned in the hands of a stranger behind creaking wooden doors Never to be brought home Dreams of merriment are inferior Weakness grows its’ strength Whispers of prayers are fallacious behind creaking wooden doors
It's about a child being held hostage
#scary#birthday#kidnapping#creepy
YouShouldntKnowMe
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YouShouldntKnowMe
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
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