Noise
By leahcullen
Noise The noise in my head. The whistle of wind. The glare of the moon. Rain falling hard. I’m trapped inside, And just can’t escape. When will I leave This hellish place. I want to go back, To where I once was. The path that I took, Lead to the wrong door. 17-04-2002 Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 09:32 PM PST 0 • 10
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