This darkened room is binding..sitting here absent minded its almost blinding..the clocks in my skull start rewinding still finding the strings of my heart I've tethered... nerve endings severed...Clipping my own wings for their feathers.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
This darkened room is binding..sitting here absent minded its almost blinding..the clocks in my skull start rewinding still finding the strings of my heart I've tethered... nerve endings severed...Clipping my own wings for their feathers.
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