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Qurat ul ain Dec 2018
Secrets in my head
I carry to bed
Sleep on them

Things left unsaid
Left inside instead
Chose not to speak

Words that you said
In the air they tread
I let them fly away

Secrets in my head
I let them spread
Destroyed me

Things left unsaid
Can never be said
Too hard to hear

Words that you said
Made there way to my head
Oh!the lies that you speak

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