Brick By Brick/by:Haunted Lunacy

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Brick by brick my
heart slowly disappears.
vanishing from the world
forevermore. 
No longer will it see the light 
of day, or be on display for
 all to ignore .
trampled under foot it will no 
longer be, safely hidden
 behind my walls, within the 
 cage inside of me.
So brick by brick,
day by day.
till I no longer
feel this way.

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