Hiding behind locked doors listening to the silence never come from the walls... Away from the noise of the outter experience hopelessly over involved... Running are legs sitting still so never happens to hurt nor ever happens at all... There's jus the echos in the mind of chaos creating thoughts so fuckin raw... Having gone the distance of exerting what retreated within the crawl... Finding refuge in the motionless nights that crave the walking of fingers upon the skin feeling claws... At peace with the pieces in place that's been gathered from the luck of the draw... Looking in mirrors of what others consider to be flaws... As losing the feel for luv comes to a halt... Trapped inside the mind where everything went so fucking wrong...
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