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Nov 2018
hiding inside dressing rooms
I know that I'm not supposed to

My friends
his friends
the smell of beer
music blasting
in our ears
I'm hiding in the bathtub
spilling out my tears
I shouldn't
But I still do it

My father is outside
my bedroom
dim lights
in the corner of my closet
I don't know

Everytime time I close my eyes
I find paradise

They want to find me
I'm in plain sight

I was there when our world fell apart

I'm here now
as mine falls to my feet

I can't even see

Hiding inside my head

I still do it
eileen
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eileen
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