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Thoughts

April 27, 2015
By Anonymous

I've run out of places to hide the thoughts that shouldn't be inside my head

My drawers are filled with grief and pools of secret tears I've shed

My closet is nothing but racks of broken things and angel wings

Under my bed stores all the things I wish I'd said

Perhaps there's room down in this cellar

It's damp and dark and cool

It's a quiet shelter

It's deep beneath the ground

It almost feels like miles

In fact,

I think I'll stay here for 

A while



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