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I walk past midnight nobody in the house is awake except the scuttling insects under the floorboards they remind me im alive i watch the birds in the trees the blinking lights in the distance wandering souls walking down the street where are they coming from where are they going i wonder how from the outside some houses look so normal and it could be stark mad inside all that seperates me from them is some concrete and bricks and i wonder if those walls are like the walls i put up so that nobody knows that im stark mad inside
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
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I walk past midnight nobody in the house is awake except the scuttling insects under the floorboards they remind me im alive i watch the birds in the trees the blinking lights in the distance wandering souls walking down the street where are they coming from where are they going i wonder how from the outside some houses look so normal and it could be stark mad inside all that seperates me from them is some concrete and bricks and i wonder if those walls are like the walls i put up so that nobody knows that im stark mad inside
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
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