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Wait For Me While I Find My Keys
This isn't my home, It's just a building It's just the structure Few walls that I've built, A door that is locked All I do all day is try to pick the lock nowadays I've already given up on searching for the keys. They are nowhere, trust me, I've even tried to find it inside of me, I've scored my skin to look into my veins I've even tried kicking off the chair that was on my bed, The keys remained nowhere to be found. I look outside of the window everyday, Trust me I can fly on my own I maybe just need a pair of eyes to prioritise my wings and my crown. This skeleton of a house, Is almost choking me nowadays, It's been shaking, breaking, scaring me nowadays. I'm so tired of these empty rooms, They are filled with furniture I don't use. My voice doesn't echoes in here Not even the moon dares to shine on my bed nowadays It's darker and colder than the underworld in spring. How do I get down from here? Is escaping still an option? Because if so, I'd like to try it, I've heard, "third time's the charm" Do you not notice me? I'm trapped in here I'm not asking for help however, I'm just sitting here, crying. Don't you dare help me find my keys. I just want someone to stay Like that ebony bird sitting on Athena's statue, Outside the chamber on that one December, Wait for me while I find my keys.
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