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Dec 2014
People wear black to cover up the emptiness of their soul
We wear rings and necklaces and say “I’m okay”
So nice and so kind, no one sees.
Our own bodies wrecked beyond repair
While we still give parts to others
Trying to save people from sadness,
They don’t have a clue
Actions speak louder than words
So we stay silent
Alone, I’m just surviving
So it doesn't matter if I stop living.
B M
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B M
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   Humberto and Erenn
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