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Dec 2014
This pitch black room conjures thoughts
of the horror movies I've watched,
those I haven't,
and those I've imagined

This room,
once a safe-haven,

has become a Hell drenched expanse,

waiting for my mind
to breathe life

into its
Lungs
Wrote this last night. My stepdad makes me turn my phone off at ten so I couldn't post it.
Hayley
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