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Thoughts (no escape)
Thoughts (no escape)
Ain’t nothing but bad news spilled upon my tombstone.
Bury these thoughts? There will never be enough room.
Lock me up and throw away that rusty old key.
Torture me to death but know you’ never kill me mentally.
Body fades, rots into one with the ground.
Now even in silence you can’t escape my clattering sound
Ain’t nothing but bad news spilled upon my tombstone.
Bury these thoughts? There will never be enough room.
Lock me up and throw away that rusty old key.
Torture me to death but know you’ never kill me mentally.
Body fades, rots into one with the ground.
Now even in silence you can’t escape my clattering sound
Published 10th Jan 2020
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