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My throat always tightens or burns when someone asks if I'm okay Of course, "I'm fine, I'm great," is what I tend to always say But my mind can't seem to forget what happened that day The screaming and hate I saw in your eyes always brings me to the same question, 'Why'? I still remember our last goodbye When all you gave me was the evil eye Without a word I walked on Wondering what would happen, to the black swan.
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
The Black Swan
My throat always tightens or burns when someone asks if I'm okay Of course, "I'm fine, I'm great," is what I tend to always say But my mind can't seem to forget what happened that day The screaming and hate I saw in your eyes always brings me to the same question, 'Why'? I still remember our last goodbye When all you gave me was the evil eye Without a word I walked on Wondering what would happen, to the black swan.
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
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