Oct 2018
No, you don't have to keep me down from ledges
Or steal from me razor blades and shoe laces
But prop your door open with wooden wedges
For when I enter into these dark places
Or steal from me razor blades and shoe laces
But prop your door open with wooden wedges
For when I enter into these dark places
(17/M/Indiana)
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