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Layers apron layers of skin couldn't hide The freedom he had been denied. In his mind, a dark and scary place He found his solace so he could face. The truth behind their lies The way his soul dies.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
Beneath his skin
Layers apron layers of skin couldn't hide The freedom he had been denied. In his mind, a dark and scary place He found his solace so he could face. The truth behind their lies The way his soul dies.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
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