The Becoming
The Trials and Tribulations of Rob
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Inside
There is a place i like to hide
A place held deep inside
Try to figure out what ive become
Lie to myself until im numb
No key to the door
Just lying on the cold floor
So cold it stings
Everything has lost their meanings
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