Window Pane

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Window Pane is a reflection of childhood memories, looking outside of my bedroom, locked away. Same feeling I felt looking outside my window from my cell. It’s also the Eminem lyric: “I guess that’s why they call it window pain” – looking out of window panes and the sadness that leads to inner pain. That’s how it resonates for me anyhow.
Window Pane is a reflection of childhood memories, looking outside of my bedroom, locked away. Same feeling I felt looking outside my window from my cell. It’s also the Eminem lyric: “I guess that’s why they call it window pain” – looking out of window panes and the sadness that leads to inner pain. That’s how it resonates for me anyhow.
A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.