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Feb 2015
White walls stand before me
the color of innocence
and insanity
Providing me with nightmares
that were once called memories
the screams are still there
it's all because of me
A perfect situation for someone who's
damaged mentally
patience, I wait for the white light to return
as I lie here on my own
White walls stand before me
I'm perfectly alone
pia
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pia  16/F/Philippines
(16/F/Philippines)   
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