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Deema Oct 2015
At night's when she thinks of her dreams
it's when she thinks of her lost ambitions

At night is when she can't escape her mind
when all she can do is listen

Listen to the sound of echoes
Listen to the sound of inner tears

Listen to the sound of burried hope
And to the sound of all her darkest fears

— The End —