When it rains, it pours and your umbrella is broke!
I cry myself to sleep at night
Waiting for mr right
When will the pain end
Wanting to be more than friend
I died long ago in your eyes
When you spun the web of lies
Is there a chance for me
to be happy to be free
~jagged~
From a young age we are told there are no monsters.
But there is.......most of them live in my head.
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well you can think of it this way, they are locked behind steel bars in the asylum you call your mind.:)
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