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Nov 2015
The end of a long day.
You go home and in silence lay.
With dangerous thoughts running through your head.
Skin deep, bear flesh, heart stopped, body cold, bled so dry.
Soulless in the dark, you end up finally dead. Your ghost will slowly die.
Haters and lovers, loudly mourn, Hearts are torn.
It always ends the same, just a
Written by
shania rose  brisbane
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