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Sep 2015
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Her heart is a closed door,

With no visible key,

With no visible cracks,

With no way to be free.

Keep waiting, and waiting,

Behind that closed door,

Keep waiting and waiting,

Heart and mind in war.

The girl who never talks,

The girl who's alone,

The girl no one understands,

The girl who's unknown.

She waits for someone to

Break down that door,

But thinks deep down,

No one cares anymore.

Her soul is broken,

Her hope disappeared,

I hope someone will free her,

Her obstacle cleared.

But she still might not come out,

Staying inside her cage,

Fearing the real world,

Fearing their rage.

You might call her weird,

But I have shared her part,

She's just a lonely girl,

With a very lonely heart.
Sorrow Cain
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Sorrow Cain  Proxima Centauri
(Proxima Centauri)   
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