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Dec 2014
Give me a reason to listen
To all of your fears
That you want to disappear
Wash away the dirt that
Makes you feel filth
Removing the layers of film
Exposing your relief
But at what cost?
The doors won't close now, but
Will be an opening
That bleeds black and blue.

I'm sorry I can't help
I'm also at the edge
Grabbing your hand wanting to
Walk back,
But the pushing is to strong

So what?
Should we fall?
Should we jump?
For what?
Our will
Is stronger
Let us push
Aside
Raise our heads
And fight

For what's right.
Xenna
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Xenna
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   Devon Webb
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