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*I am the hermit who lives in my head. I gather... I analyse... I stow away all that I've learnt.* Because when the wind would blow and the earth wouldn't understand. When the world would tremble, shaken by man's ruthless hand. *I am the hermit who lives in my head. I listen... I keep... I stockpile in the shadows.* Because in my blood exists grudge... And my bones, weary from despair. My skin screams exhaustion and my body feigns to care. *I am the hermit who lives in my head. I overthink... I hide... I hoard all my thoughts.* Because the walls have ears and these pages bear eyes. What my heart truly knows... Is that your mouth tells only lies.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
Hermit
*I am the hermit who lives in my head. I gather... I analyse... I stow away all that I've learnt.* Because when the wind would blow and the earth wouldn't understand. When the world would tremble, shaken by man's ruthless hand. *I am the hermit who lives in my head. I listen... I keep... I stockpile in the shadows.* Because in my blood exists grudge... And my bones, weary from despair. My skin screams exhaustion and my body feigns to care. *I am the hermit who lives in my head. I overthink... I hide... I hoard all my thoughts.* Because the walls have ears and these pages bear eyes. What my heart truly knows... Is that your mouth tells only lies.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
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