In my mind, you knew we were two halves, broken and lonely. But you put on a mask, so we were "different." But that mask is starting to look like the same four walls. Did you lock yourself in there too?
Or have you already mastered the dungeon?
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You never knew me. No one knew me. I stood in front of a mirror and didn’t even see me. I locked myself between the same four walls and called it a prison when I could’ve just opened the door. When they asked me to open the door…
In my mind, you knew we were two halves, broken and lonely. But you put on a mask, so we were "different." But that mask is starting to look like the same four walls. Did you lock yourself in there too? Or have you already mastered the dungeon? Comments are closed.
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