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Dec 2016
This bed my hide away my keeper of secrets which lays my pillow which is drenched in tears that I cry

My bed is an escape from reality where the monster that we call society can no longer reach me

my bed which where I hide away will only know my truth

when I leave I wear a mask which is not me but a mask that I wear for society only to be taken off when the curtains close

when I go to bed where my tears will be dried once again by my pillow


as I lay in my bed where the thoughts of the days past well consume me only to start again in the morning
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BlackShadow
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