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Here home is a cage made of ice where nobody sings in happiness Walls are made of sweet lies Barely opened windows Don't let go the echos of pain Up there the ceiling, endless canvas Sleepless night takes so much to paint White pearl floor breaths fire No innocence can escape desire Want for fresh air -But no one seems to care Want for escape from the dark night But sun seems to burn too bright I killed all my butterflies They no longer make me smile This world seems unreal Time will heal but I threw out the clock and calendar away Just to stop how I feel Hurting better this way Home filled up with ocean tears No air so none can hear Faint heart beats within garden Dead flowers mourn near a grave Grave of a young heart that once slept on a winter night never woke up to see you again
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:41 AM UTC
Home is Where I Buried Myself
Here home is a cage made of ice where nobody sings in happiness Walls are made of sweet lies Barely opened windows Don't let go the echos of pain Up there the ceiling, endless canvas Sleepless night takes so much to paint White pearl floor breaths fire No innocence can escape desire Want for fresh air -But no one seems to care Want for escape from the dark night But sun seems to burn too bright I killed all my butterflies They no longer make me smile This world seems unreal Time will heal but I threw out the clock and calendar away Just to stop how I feel Hurting better this way Home filled up with ocean tears No air so none can hear Faint heart beats within garden Dead flowers mourn near a grave Grave of a young heart that once slept on a winter night never woke up to see you again
Thesilentobserver
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:41 AM UTC
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