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Jul 2019
There comes a time
Where you wake up
And see
Whats reality
And whats a dream
And you feel The Glass Wall
Beneath your fingertips
Completely surrounded
Divided,
Helpless,
Unguided.
Searching for a way out,
a crack in the wall.
But Darling,
The Glass Wall
Only lies within yourself

n.b
the first parts of bohemian rhapsody basically,,,
rewrote an old poem of when i was constantly dissociating
nellie
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nellie  19/F
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