Crawling clear across my skin, looking through the fog to see, memories flash by in seconds, discovering hard to breathe. Grave expressions of a pindoll, the wounds slowly heal, scars from anti-social, there's no doors where I live.
With all windows shattered, house lays upon a stone, closets entertained by demons, reflection skin and bones. As I'm aware of my surroundings, accompanied noise in the wind, lost in that ardent sound, all memories turn to sin.
Always expecting something different, omega with a twin, all this smoke upon the mirror, as porcelain meets my chin. Very painful not bearing home, the playground is where I lay, Insanity as the clear dissolves, I'll foreclose here one day. veeplee1
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