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Feb 2015
people are there
then they're not
they disappear in a land called
the crowd
they whisper beautiful words to you at night
then wouldn't care if your alright
they hurt and break your swollen heart
then they ask what they've done wrong
you tell them
trust is such a fragile thing
and you've broken it
so why try to mend it
Escence
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Escence  AMERICA
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