I use to hear the ocean like really hear it
filled with kids laughter
I use to be one of those kids
the parents playing with them
I use to have those parents,
music use to be an exit
a place where no one could take me away
now its just a closed door
one I keep pushing up against,
but it wont budge
my room use to be silent
sitting on my bed
under the covers no one could take me
now its a place where my thoughts can get the best of me
where my life starts to become real
the voices yell at me to do this be this act this way
I remember when we only had soft sounds
now its only a mad house
one way in and no way out
sound use to have a exit now there is only an enter
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