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Under my skin and my bones is a room nobody visits nor anyone see's it's dark and it's cool and it's mine and the rules like the gaps in it's walls are governed by me; comfortably safe by myself in this place, a question persistently troubles my sleep has all the pretence that's been it's defence saved me or left me buried too deep.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
Too deep
Under my skin and my bones is a room nobody visits nor anyone see's it's dark and it's cool and it's mine and the rules like the gaps in it's walls are governed by me; comfortably safe by myself in this place, a question persistently troubles my sleep has all the pretence that's been it's defence saved me or left me buried too deep.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
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