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The room
I've entered the space,
This room holds the casualties of my own personal demons.
Outside my comfort zone
I sit I scan I am.
Always alone, in my case it's insanity held in place by circumstances
A fellowship of the flawed,
Inside I'm all wrong
Skins to tight tonight.
My heart is spun out
A pounding reminder of my weakness
Palms sweaty, fucking reject.
Is it over yet?
Fellowship of the flawed.
Hugs and handshakes
Smiles on display.
Here's a keychain
Attach it to the disaster
Thanks again for your hour
Don't use, just for today.
Fuck.
This room holds the casualties of my own personal demons.
Outside my comfort zone
I sit I scan I am.
Always alone, in my case it's insanity held in place by circumstances
A fellowship of the flawed,
Inside I'm all wrong
Skins to tight tonight.
My heart is spun out
A pounding reminder of my weakness
Palms sweaty, fucking reject.
Is it over yet?
Fellowship of the flawed.
Hugs and handshakes
Smiles on display.
Here's a keychain
Attach it to the disaster
Thanks again for your hour
Don't use, just for today.
Fuck.
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