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Lonely House ~Short~

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insane lonely mad

Alone in a vacant house
You aren't really living
You see things that aren't truly there, but you continue to still believe they sit there so.
Listen, and feel as if you yourself are driving to madness
Your own madness, fore each mad is different.
Yours may be a shade of pink, or crimson red. Your madness could be the color of the yellow sun.
Sorry, getting distracted.
It happens a lot when your alone
In a vacant house
You aren't really living.All Rights Reserved

insane lonely mad

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Sat, Nov 12, 2016

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