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living alone in the dark has blinded my depth of trust. how can i know what you say is true? how do i know if you're going to stay?
i look for all the signs but your mind is like a locked door. i try to open it but after every attempt a new chain is added.
why can't you just unlock the door?
- 11:47 am
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Lacuna
PoetryLacuna - an emptiness; looking for something more ---------------------- this is just going to be a bunch of poems that i write :)
