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Screams and yells sound throughout these quiet halls No one from the outside can tell they see smiles and laughter I can see though... I can see every wrong, I can see the blood on the walls I can hear the innocents voices taken away Forever to be silenced Spring turns to winter Nothing grows, everything is dead. The light which was once there hides fearful of the dark. This eternal winter consumes the lives of those who dwell for too long Fists bang on broken glass Never to be heard Hearts once loving and warm Turn to stone and hatred People looking turn their heads As if nothing is wrong But I can see I can see
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
Illusions
Screams and yells sound throughout these quiet halls No one from the outside can tell they see smiles and laughter I can see though... I can see every wrong, I can see the blood on the walls I can hear the innocents voices taken away Forever to be silenced Spring turns to winter Nothing grows, everything is dead. The light which was once there hides fearful of the dark. This eternal winter consumes the lives of those who dwell for too long Fists bang on broken glass Never to be heard Hearts once loving and warm Turn to stone and hatred People looking turn their heads As if nothing is wrong But I can see I can see
mack
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
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