"Under Those Bed Sheets Lies Echoes Of Screams, Under Those Bed Sheets Are Muffled Shrieks. Stained Pillows With Wet Salty Tears, Stained Bed Sheets With Caved In Fears. Under Those Bed Sheets Are Huddled Insecurities That Timidly Declare It A'Home'. There Is No Saviour. There Is No Light. Those Bed Sheets Will Forever Be Crinkled Up In The Back Of People's Mind. No One Will Seek Redemption Of The Sort But Will Always Stay Wretched & A New Era Will Dawn As No More Will Protest Or Sought Out Their Rights"
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Scribbles & Dribbles
RandomScribbles & Dribbles is A Collection of Thoughts & Experiences I've Felt Throughout My Years Of This Odd Thing Called 'Life.' My Happiness, My Emptiness, My Emotions All Resides In Here. What Can I Say, Sometimes We Just Have To Find That Corner Tha...
