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May 2015
I am your closet,
Full of bones
I am your darkness
Full of souls
There’s no escape,
Just stay awake, and you’ll make it home sweet home.
Don’t under estimate the degree in which we’ll suffer
It’s an ocean
It’s a sea
There’s an entire world, you’ve never seen.
Dragging us down
Squeezing our throats
Do you think that it’ll ever leave us alone?
I’ve been hoping
I’ve been praying
That I’ll make it home sweet home.
B M
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B M
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   KB and Brianne
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