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I'm sitting in this cold dark house Stifling my tears, quiet as a mouse I'm stuck here, locked inside my own head Remembering all those things you said Now I'm all too ****** up Beyond complete repair I'm a timebomb ready to blow up Running my fingers through, ripping out my hair All that's left is this empty shell Maybe I'll live maybe I'll die who can tell Hide me away atop this shelf Maybe I might just **** myself
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
Insanity
I'm sitting in this cold dark house Stifling my tears, quiet as a mouse I'm stuck here, locked inside my own head Remembering all those things you said Now I'm all too ****** up Beyond complete repair I'm a timebomb ready to blow up Running my fingers through, ripping out my hair All that's left is this empty shell Maybe I'll live maybe I'll die who can tell Hide me away atop this shelf Maybe I might just **** myself
ethan-kreman
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
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