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This flame of blue is now burning black Sitting in a room waiting on the next anxiety attack Scratching at the walls The doors and floor How much of this madness must be endured ? While the mind and soul Are slowly being twisted and disturbed.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
Mors Autem Animi
This flame of blue is now burning black Sitting in a room waiting on the next anxiety attack Scratching at the walls The doors and floor How much of this madness must be endured ? While the mind and soul Are slowly being twisted and disturbed.
#anxiety#dark#insanity#black#madness#terror
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IndigoPrince
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
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