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a river flows in you and i guess that's how you drowned

he made a game

of song titles

just to hear

my sigh and

see my smile and

deep down

i knew

that behind his smile

there lay a

long, broken path

that led

to a blackhole

and this blackhole

was his mind.

and as the

days died, died, died

so did he.

he stopped his

game

and i started

to realize

that the game was

not about the songs or

my sighs

but instead it

was about a

cry for help

that i never heard

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Published: Mar 29, 2015
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