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these blue walls have seen so much of me maybe too much of me i trust my walls they keep my secrets and comfort with its color of creme, then turquoise, then a soft blue because it's color can change but only when i allow it to and i know that when i wake up, it won't be a new shade of blue it'll be my blue
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
invisible eyes that see the one who cries
these blue walls have seen so much of me maybe too much of me i trust my walls they keep my secrets and comfort with its color of creme, then turquoise, then a soft blue because it's color can change but only when i allow it to and i know that when i wake up, it won't be a new shade of blue it'll be my blue
kallee
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
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