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Aug 2017
Waiting on the messy bedroom by the window,
Along strong mellow walls, begging to be heard.
Waiting for the moment you will look at yourself,
Let go of all the hurting built up inside corrupting lungs.
Feel the untouchable thoughts unstringing you from numbness,
Running fingers on an almost empty body, resurrecting to life.
Copyright © irsorai
24/08/2017 - 11:00pm
irsorai
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irsorai  31/F/Portugal
(31/F/Portugal)   
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