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May 2016
It was a cloudy summer day,sitting alone all day.
Memories  come flooding back, the walls I built slowly start to crack.

All my pain, fear and doubt start to drip out.

What happened? I hear a whisper.
What happened to your dreams?
drowning silently in your screams.

What happened to your spirit to your curiosity, you always wanted to leave this city.

What happend to all the things you were going to be.
what happened to all the places you were going to see.

You Promised me you were going to change, pick yourself up and break out of this cage.

You Promised to love again,cause the pain of loss would keep you sane.

But all I see is a Tired soul, desperately trying to climb out of this hole.

Who's trying to keep from breaking down, she wears nothing but a frown.

Someone whose running out of hope,trying but failing to cope.

What am I going to do I beg how do I make it out, how do I become what I thought.

its too late the voice whispers back,your heart is heavy and cold.
Life has passed you by,You look so old.

There is no light at the end of this tunnel your just alone,there's no one to save you you're on your own.
Bethlehem
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Bethlehem  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Mazzy Ram
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