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empty cups curtained windows and a bible that hasn't been opened since they told you there's a chance. clusters of papers-                              rejected-                                           coupled with that old journal you vowed to never open again. the orange bottles need to be                                                 refilled. unmade bed beat up tissue box.                                                                               no one gets it. this is sanctuary.                             this is how you start to live again.                                                                                        no one knows about                                                                                                        the used to be. the full cup the bolted windows the brainwashing the attempted letters and the pages decorated with a different kind of ink. they don't know about the thoughts before the pills the never-empty bed the fits of anger.                                                                                  this is how you start to live                                                                                                                                             again.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
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empty cups curtained windows and a bible that hasn't been opened since they told you there's a chance. clusters of papers-                              rejected-                                           coupled with that old journal you vowed to never open again. the orange bottles need to be                                                 refilled. unmade bed beat up tissue box.                                                                               no one gets it. this is sanctuary.                             this is how you start to live again.                                                                                        no one knows about                                                                                                        the used to be. the full cup the bolted windows the brainwashing the attempted letters and the pages decorated with a different kind of ink. they don't know about the thoughts before the pills the never-empty bed the fits of anger.                                                                                  this is how you start to live                                                                                                                                             again.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
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