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My mind is a busy street its twinkling lights and noisy horns won't shut whilst the walls are made out of skyscrapers, only when the rain is pouring it began to quiet My mind is a busy street indefinite amount of strangers are crossing every now and then leaving their footprints on every intersection, little did they know it cost me bleeding wounds
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
My Mind Is a Busy Street
My mind is a busy street its twinkling lights and noisy horns won't shut whilst the walls are made out of skyscrapers, only when the rain is pouring it began to quiet My mind is a busy street indefinite amount of strangers are crossing every now and then leaving their footprints on every intersection, little did they know it cost me bleeding wounds
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
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