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My thoughts are louder than the headphones in my ears, while I'm Staring down the cliff face and yelling "echo" through the fears. But they're bouncing back and beating against my face, which Isn't my own, just a mask I've made of paper and string and lace. It's stuck there, covering my lips, making me lie, changing the blips that My radar is catching every day, while sanity is beginning to sway Against the endless tones that aren't loud enough to drown Out these dismal mental moans screaming past my headphones.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Echo
My thoughts are louder than the headphones in my ears, while I'm Staring down the cliff face and yelling "echo" through the fears. But they're bouncing back and beating against my face, which Isn't my own, just a mask I've made of paper and string and lace. It's stuck there, covering my lips, making me lie, changing the blips that My radar is catching every day, while sanity is beginning to sway Against the endless tones that aren't loud enough to drown Out these dismal mental moans screaming past my headphones.
summer-kurtz
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
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