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*i don't know how i'm being screamed at by silence. i don't know what these rooms are for- filled with ghosts and curtains that will never stop haunting. i watch these stacked rooms from afar as we drive home. a wraith whispers light into their ears.*
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
the rooms
*i don't know how i'm being screamed at by silence. i don't know what these rooms are for- filled with ghosts and curtains that will never stop haunting. i watch these stacked rooms from afar as we drive home. a wraith whispers light into their ears.*
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
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