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He woke up every night Bringing all his might to life, Although the memory that scarred him Never left the empty hallways, Breaking every window that brought in light. Nothing would overcome, His soul that turned numb. No more laughter, no more tears Only still emptiness that now filled his miseries. His face turned pale And his body would crave, Tortures of silence and blank spaces Even though his soul ached to end the nuisance.
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
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He woke up every night Bringing all his might to life, Although the memory that scarred him Never left the empty hallways, Breaking every window that brought in light. Nothing would overcome, His soul that turned numb. No more laughter, no more tears Only still emptiness that now filled his miseries. His face turned pale And his body would crave, Tortures of silence and blank spaces Even though his soul ached to end the nuisance.
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
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