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shut away in a small, dark room and stinking of your own filth. your mind begins to create it's own version of what is reality. broken fists pounding on the bars bring no release and your cries to be set free fall upon deaf ears. |
Credits: constructed by trauma channel - 2000 |
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from a performance art soundtrack - the watering eyes of a dying old woman reflect the secrets and the hidden shame of a ruined life. |
Credits: trauma channel - copyright 2000 |
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Credits: constructed by trauma channel - 2000 |
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