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Feb 2015
I don't think there will ever be a day when you call my name and I don't run
My eyes burn red and it hurts my head because you are who you swore you'd never become
Every night I dream of you, do you hear my screams?
Every night I pray for you, do you hear my pleas?

I don't think there will never be a day my heart won't break
it's been seven years, hundreds of wounds and new hands to shake
*I scream until there's nothing left, am I in your dreams?
I plea for you to hang around, but do you pray for me?
Jenn Yeo
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   Joseph Schneider
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