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Jan 2018
Silence is a virtue.
Silence is a curse
Held by insecurities, envy brews below.
A heart born of hate.
Looking back, the mirror is cracked.
You've run far to long
Your heart is all but gone.
Misery is your friend.
Misery is your lie.
Can the heart be ripped from your hate?
Just a short made while driving.
Written by
Zach
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