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Jan 2017
Every chattering sounds i hear
Feeling the departing vibration from your feet
I have missed them
But i have lost
The thoughts are fear
The looking back aren't any clear
They used to wake me every morning for work
Know they haunt me in my sleep
It's gone
Why
Why when i hear i become blind
A measure of time can't give me comfort
Misfits of my conscience are beginning
Stepping out of myself like you did
1....2....3...
Nothing has become of me
Like the footsteps faded
Be an echo
Pressured by the weight of the whole body
I can't change anything
Though i swear i can't be honest if i did everything
I used to say goodnight every night in our bed
Know i say goodbye in these lines
Be gone echoing illusion.......
Slam
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