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Screaming Glass shattering Nails on the chalkboard Screaming I'm running thru this house trying to find the culprit It's the same octave no matter how far I run Your palms cup my cheeks And your eyes pierce thru the shroud of terror It's then I realize My mouth is open My lips are drier than a desert during a drought And the screams are emerging from the dust that lies in my mouth Coating everything in a film of dirt and fear You stroke my lips and run your hand thru my hair You silence the screams and you destroy the fear Instead it's my heart Screaming not to get used to the comfort For like a dream, it can end abruptly Leaving you feeling confused as to what just occurred Screaming
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
Screaming
Screaming Glass shattering Nails on the chalkboard Screaming I'm running thru this house trying to find the culprit It's the same octave no matter how far I run Your palms cup my cheeks And your eyes pierce thru the shroud of terror It's then I realize My mouth is open My lips are drier than a desert during a drought And the screams are emerging from the dust that lies in my mouth Coating everything in a film of dirt and fear You stroke my lips and run your hand thru my hair You silence the screams and you destroy the fear Instead it's my heart Screaming not to get used to the comfort For like a dream, it can end abruptly Leaving you feeling confused as to what just occurred Screaming
Even when he’s beside me the nights are filled with terror
brokewench
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
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