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It's simple it's him
There is a tall building that sits across the street
It's old missing some bricks
the door lays on one hinge
Roof caving in
Surviving from years of neglect
It's beautiful and perfect
Inviting never have I ever felt the urge to crawl through a window and bury myself in one of those rooms and stay holed up for the rest my life
It's old missing some bricks
the door lays on one hinge
Roof caving in
Surviving from years of neglect
It's beautiful and perfect
Inviting never have I ever felt the urge to crawl through a window and bury myself in one of those rooms and stay holed up for the rest my life
Published 24th Feb 2015
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24th Feb 2015 3:53am
24th Feb 2015 9:40pm
24th Feb 2015 8:33am
I find great comfort in this. No more worries. Stepping aside, leaving the present, becoming one with the past. Embracing decomposition.
24th Feb 2015 9:40pm
