No room for doubt
A chair calling the anxiety I call bad, misinterpreted.
A doll covering a hole in the ground calling my shallowness vague.
Through the light, where I can see, leave me no room for doubt.
A chair calling the anxiety I call bad, misinterpreted.
A doll covering a hole in the ground calling my shallowness vague.
Through the light, where I can see, leave me no room for doubt.
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