Clutter

Sun, 06/08/2014 - 13:26 -- Audders

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If my head was an attic I would claim that is empty 

Nothing worth Seeing

Nothing at all

People claim that this is a lie and secrets can be found an adventure to be had

But when I venture up into there

All that happens is that I become scared

My embarrassments and moments of hate

All fly to me and smack me in the face

It breaks me down and I wish

That the attic that is my head

Was empty again.

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