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locked in his mind listening to  his own echos bounce off the walls he'd built up around him was trying to keep the world out must have left a crack somewhere sunlight coming through it makes him unconformable his hands are getting shaky again can't hold the shovel steady to dig a deeper hole for himself he begins to wonder what's lurking for him outside his walls they come crashing down around him dust settles, he opens his eyes, and with all his worries it was a beautiful September morning.
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Nostalgia
locked in his mind listening to  his own echos bounce off the walls he'd built up around him was trying to keep the world out must have left a crack somewhere sunlight coming through it makes him unconformable his hands are getting shaky again can't hold the shovel steady to dig a deeper hole for himself he begins to wonder what's lurking for him outside his walls they come crashing down around him dust settles, he opens his eyes, and with all his worries it was a beautiful September morning.
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M/south carolina
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
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