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When the house is quiet, When the nighttime has come, I am bombarded by thoughts Of the things that I've done A scratch on the record, A static on VHS, A mind bitterly thinking About a discombobulated mess I'm utterly happy, Or so I believe, Although it may not come across, It may not be perceived These thoughts are like alcohol Dousing the flame Don't come any closer I'm already close to insane
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
10:59 p.m.
When the house is quiet, When the nighttime has come, I am bombarded by thoughts Of the things that I've done A scratch on the record, A static on VHS, A mind bitterly thinking About a discombobulated mess I'm utterly happy, Or so I believe, Although it may not come across, It may not be perceived These thoughts are like alcohol Dousing the flame Don't come any closer I'm already close to insane
meg-howell
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
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