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Oct 2011
Here I sit quietly in my room
The walls standing here make it seem like a tomb.
My mind isn't here, it's off in paradise.
The memories she left here made my heart solid ice.
Well I could leave this room; run away from here.
But I choose to stay, all locked up in fear.
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