When I’m alone in my room

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Sometimes I stare at the wall

Confined to my conscious

It ain’t even got a door

No guard either

I have no escape

All I got is hours of tape

And a fickle audience

Looking for the door

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Purple Quillotine
Purple Quillotine

Written by Purple Quillotine

all the things i cant share with the mandem

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