Oh, what the walls would say if they could speak
Words of suicidal plans over the course of weeks
Secret tears for hours shed
And crimson blood that quickly bled
Broken shards of a reflection
Trying to run from a haunting recollection
Blasting music to drowned out cries
If the walls could speak they would tell no lies
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~*Poetry*~
Yeah, say whatever you want, I really don't care anymore...
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