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Apr 2020
I suffered in silence,
but my gates were always
opened to help,
no one tried to sneak in,
no one tried to see in my eyes,
no one tried to look through the
broken ceiling of my house,
I was painting my walls
with grey and black
all this while,
while looking through that broken ceiling,
everyone's colorful walls made
me crumbled and I fell.
Written by
Vampirecadence  21/M
(21/M)   
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