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Home to every haunting dream, Everything that makes you scream, Your memories of an assault, They call this place The Vault. Holding secrets you don't know, Letting out a darkened glow, Guards on all sides shouting "Halt!" They call this place The Vault. Holding in what's scaring you, Your insecurities like goo, The source of every single fault, They call this place The Vault.
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
The Vault
Home to every haunting dream, Everything that makes you scream, Your memories of an assault, They call this place The Vault. Holding secrets you don't know, Letting out a darkened glow, Guards on all sides shouting "Halt!" They call this place The Vault. Holding in what's scaring you, Your insecurities like goo, The source of every single fault, They call this place The Vault.
Dybbuk
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
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