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Feb 2018
If you could see my mind, you would believe it to be from a horror movie.
Bloodstains mark the walls from the deaths of all the previous dreams and ideas i've had.
No sunlight is shining through the blinds because the windows are boarded up.
It's not by choice.
If you want to know why my mind is this way, talk to my brain or my heart.
They know the real reasons.
Written by
QuietGlass  20/F
(20/F)   
105
   Whisper
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