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Surrendered to shame Left alone , to dwell inside a rhombus. All my pain before me, a pejorative eye hollowing me into state of neurotic confusion. In solitude, self reflection means a house of mirrors. The air is heavy with whispers. What is this cage? My hands are wrapped around my knees. Why is it raining in here? A sea of ***** having a laugh over tea. I'm frighten, worried I'll be forgotten here. Someone serves me a tall glass of milk, and I awake.
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
Lying
Surrendered to shame Left alone , to dwell inside a rhombus. All my pain before me, a pejorative eye hollowing me into state of neurotic confusion. In solitude, self reflection means a house of mirrors. The air is heavy with whispers. What is this cage? My hands are wrapped around my knees. Why is it raining in here? A sea of ***** having a laugh over tea. I'm frighten, worried I'll be forgotten here. Someone serves me a tall glass of milk, and I awake.
AlexSalazar
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
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