My mind is like a little house,
My peers break into.
They rearrange my furniture,
And the cabinets rifle through.
They throw things out,
They put things it,
And erase the writing on the wall,
And by the time that they walk out,
it's not my mind at all.
My peers break into.
They rearrange my furniture,
And the cabinets rifle through.
They throw things out,
They put things it,
And erase the writing on the wall,
And by the time that they walk out,
it's not my mind at all.
Aeliss-Novak
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