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Sep 2016
When each second of holding
Is holding too long
I change myself to the perfect night
For what's already gone
You would laugh it off and say
Its already done
But I hear the haunting remnants
Of the saddest song
How can I be strong?
How can I be strong?
The subtle dissarray
And what my life's become
When each bitter drop of black
Night that lingers on
And keeps the stars from meaning
And keeps me from the dawn
How can I be strong?
How can I be strong?
This creeping loss of feeling
And what my life's become
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
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