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Blackboard paint, Round silver handle, Peeking through the crack, Black light, A singular chair, Right in the middle, Light bulb swinging, From the ceiling, And all my horrors, Piled high in stacks, Like magazines, Jam packed. (C) [email protected] 23/10/2019

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Redpoetess

F / Ireland

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Written by

Redpoetess

F / Ireland

Published

Oct 23, 2019

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1m

Notes: There's a corner of my mind I call the dark room, where all my fears, horrors, bad memories and failures are stored.
Tags: #psychiatric #dark #moods #hiding

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