I feel like I'm living in a house
That has already been packed up.
Displaced things.
Confusing mazes.
Unlabeled boxes,
But never unable to find the *****
I'm too powerful to be open.
It's not secrets,
It's survival.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
I feel like I'm living in a house
That has already been packed up.
Displaced things.
Confusing mazes.
Unlabeled boxes,
But never unable to find the *****
I'm too powerful to be open.
It's not secrets,
It's survival.
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