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I'm a linear surface with no reflection The bumps on my face are of paint splatters in sections You can look at me you can scream at me You can punch me You think I don't have feelings? You think I don't care? You think you're better than me because I can't move but I can stare my friends and I stick together we're always here we're always waiting for you to run through that door I watch you throw your shoes at my cousin, the floor And if you hit one of my friends again I will protect you no more. But no worries because one day I will crumble, I won't be here anymore I'll take all of us with me! my friends, my father, my mother, my cousins even my uncle. You'll be stuck with the family outcast His name is Rubble. He doesn't play nice, like bed in the late night No shade no shield No ceiling no lamp light No wood no steel Only feelings of cold nights
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
stellarhero
The White Wall
I'm a linear surface with no reflection The bumps on my face are of paint splatters in sections You can look at me you can scream at me You can punch me You think I don't have feelings? You think I don't care? You think you're better than me because I can't move but I can stare my friends and I stick together we're always here we're always waiting for you to run through that door I watch you throw your shoes at my cousin, the floor And if you hit one of my friends again I will protect you no more. But no worries because one day I will crumble, I won't be here anymore I'll take all of us with me! my friends, my father, my mother, my cousins even my uncle. You'll be stuck with the family outcast His name is Rubble. He doesn't play nice, like bed in the late night No shade no shield No ceiling no lamp light No wood no steel Only feelings of cold nights
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