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Phone Calls and Empty Halls

I'm locked up
But nothings changed
I'm not better

I talk on the phone
With my mom
Bring up grandpa
He died in a psych ward

She asks if I'm afraid
I'll die here.
I think about it...
And laugh to myself
How ironic it is
That being here is the
Reason I'm alive



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