Gallery of Pain: Safety by jen jackson
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jen jackson
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Crowded halls, noisy halls
Though much in isolation Frequent comments, frequent smiles But I'm wrapped in insulation Can't feel the pain, see the pain I'm turning crimson red It's not for real, I'm not for real It must be in my head She cries, don't cry Mom, I'll be alright She worries, don't worry Get some rest tonight Reflection going, reflection gone I let her slip away Please help her Mom, help her Mom Please make her be okay I know, I know Take me by the hand No tears, no tears I really understand Shiny bubble, safe bubble I'm in my bubble house Talking more, talking lots But quiet as a mouse Comfort here, comfort there I've got my little zones Forever here, forever there Forever is unknown |
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