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That Morning started off grey But no one could tell What little light that broke through Started to warm up my cell This room was no prison It's doors do not lock Solitude was your punishment Your sentence, each tick of the clock Time is your enemy Your thoughts are its home You think you'd feel better While the demons out rome. These demons come back They hunger, they feel Their appetite your bad thoughts Your soul is their meal They swallow the truth And lies are spit out It's starts as a whisper But ends with a shout So much is said But none of it true The Words are used for pain That leaves bruises black and blue Harsh these words come out And they're aimed right at me You were cornered you said Never believing in me It hurts what you said Made me feel I didn't belong, You said to move away You were right and you were wrong So I hide in my room In the house, I once called home Never wanting to leave No where to go roam Our time was cut short I gave from my heart The past thrown in my face I was the problem from the start
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
Morning
That Morning started off grey But no one could tell What little light that broke through Started to warm up my cell This room was no prison It's doors do not lock Solitude was your punishment Your sentence, each tick of the clock Time is your enemy Your thoughts are its home You think you'd feel better While the demons out rome. These demons come back They hunger, they feel Their appetite your bad thoughts Your soul is their meal They swallow the truth And lies are spit out It's starts as a whisper But ends with a shout So much is said But none of it true The Words are used for pain That leaves bruises black and blue Harsh these words come out And they're aimed right at me You were cornered you said Never believing in me It hurts what you said Made me feel I didn't belong, You said to move away You were right and you were wrong So I hide in my room In the house, I once called home Never wanting to leave No where to go roam Our time was cut short I gave from my heart The past thrown in my face I was the problem from the start
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51/M/Home
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
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