spencercharlotte
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I don't think you guys
truly understand
What it means to be trapped
Incaged in your own mind.
There is no hope
no light to come.
You're in a dark corridor,
Running indefinitely.
This is the first poem we ever wrote,
And you'd be surprised to know,
Our story started on Christmas,
At 22:22, yes.
It was difficult to go,
but easy to throw.
This is the first song we ever wrote,
