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white walls close in on me
getting closer and closer
making it harder to breath
the color is gone
and looks to have never exist
the happy child who once lived here
is now not
the room is dead
the child is dead
blank walls create an insane asylum
that enclosed the child
unable to breath
the child slowly slipped into a never ending sleep
- by 144xXLou-LouXx144 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/18/2010 |
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- xoXoxSARAHoxOxo - 07/19/2010
- It's very good. (: Little depressing but well written. No matter what any one says.
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