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Four cold walls have trapped me, I am stuck here even with the door wide open. There is no safe, easy escape There is no cure for the broken. Drain my entire body of this aching, Soothe my skin in the warmest water you can find. You can replenish every inch of me, And still not cure my mind. My unstable conscious has been waiting for this very moment; I am shutting down without any care. No matter how many baby steps I proceed to take, What I need to cure me just is not there. My biggest fear is to lose any bit of the world I may have thus far. But I have already lost myself.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Cold Walls
Four cold walls have trapped me, I am stuck here even with the door wide open. There is no safe, easy escape There is no cure for the broken. Drain my entire body of this aching, Soothe my skin in the warmest water you can find. You can replenish every inch of me, And still not cure my mind. My unstable conscious has been waiting for this very moment; I am shutting down without any care. No matter how many baby steps I proceed to take, What I need to cure me just is not there. My biggest fear is to lose any bit of the world I may have thus far. But I have already lost myself.
briannapastor
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
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