His bedroom's dirty door
sees nothing but its broken pieces
his bed hides a self-destructive war
he had never slept in peace
.
so far in doom, i've never been
in my poky room, i'm left unseen
.
none of my room's walls has an eye
living in blindness, they're asking why!
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my room's walls cannot possibly walk
fixed rocks, secrets they never talk
.
my room's walls are full of joy
they used to amaze that little boy
.
Warmth i feel in my bed's arms
This is where i feel no harms
What a place to hide thy fears
My lovely bear is always near
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Hey guys, missing y'all !!
Sorry for being late bla bla bla and hope you like this piece hehe :)
Happy BirthDay jeff! Wish you all the best, may ypu live long @CreepyAngel :D
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