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Empty Room

I'm here, in this dark room
I've locked the door so that I can be alone
And dwell on my past, and soak in the misery
I'm here so that I can scream
and nobody will hear me
Because I need to release
But I am far too independent
To ask for an ear
And so I wait for a moment
When I can blow off some steam
And calm the thoughts
That fill me with anxiety

🌷(3)

◄ Self Harm

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