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May 2014
I don't want to leave my room
because i know if i saw you I would follow you anywhere
I'm trying to make a house out of you
while you've already been made into an apartment complex
I hope your walls tumble down
and there's mould found in the corners and cracks of the kitchen
so you would come to me
so i could build the walls, so high
and sit inside you and not feel like this ever again
N T
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