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There are holes, that need to be filledThere are secrets, that need to be spilledThere are burdens, that you need to shareThere are pains, that you ne..
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She left with my fractured soulAnd in its place an empty holeNothing left for which to amountOnly my tragic account My fragile heart was left tattered..
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When you think of the room,That inner refuge you retreat to,When the world becomes too realThe room with which the walls,Are built of others opinions,..
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