Fine on the Outside
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Última publicación lun, nov 2, 2015
My blank stares, the fading emotions.
You see a blanket full of nothing, but in my mind is a canvas full of spilled paint. My silence is everyone's complaint.
My thoughts flow like the wind. The lights are all dimmed, when i enter my prision called my head.
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