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Silence, The only sound coming from a fan. Darkness, The only light coming from the stars outside Coldness, The only warmth coming from a single blanket. Isolation, The only company coming from old memories. Who would've known quitting was such a big mistake? Now I sit here, rotting, my soul free to take. Nothing of my own, Not one thing belongs to me Nowhere to go, Not even someone to see. I want to turn my life around, But I don't know how. The place to do it is here, The time to do it is now. Now I'm on top of the world, Not a single thing can stop me. I'm a great success, I go as high as the eye can see. But now I can't sleep, My sequestrations keeping me awake. Now I sit here, rotting, My soul free to take.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
Mistakes
Silence, The only sound coming from a fan. Darkness, The only light coming from the stars outside Coldness, The only warmth coming from a single blanket. Isolation, The only company coming from old memories. Who would've known quitting was such a big mistake? Now I sit here, rotting, my soul free to take. Nothing of my own, Not one thing belongs to me Nowhere to go, Not even someone to see. I want to turn my life around, But I don't know how. The place to do it is here, The time to do it is now. Now I'm on top of the world, Not a single thing can stop me. I'm a great success, I go as high as the eye can see. But now I can't sleep, My sequestrations keeping me awake. Now I sit here, rotting, My soul free to take.
summer-jackson
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
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