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Aug 2014
The walls around me shake,
No one can see it, but I,
I feel it.
The rumble the roar it's all coming down
This is all that's left in the little mental town full of me, myself, and I.

From the outside all seems well
But inside I feel everything swell.

This is it, at last, the final collapse.
Written by
Amber Livin
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