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Feb 2018
One button, two voices.
Which one do I follow?
Wounds opened with steel, I have two choices.
But what surrounds is sorrow.

Panic ensues as tantalizing birds sing-
"Into the abyss, you go"
Paralyzed within the ******* of their wings,
I know there will never be another tomorrow.

What's done is done-
It was a good run.
Written by
blackbiird  25/F/A happy place.
(25/F/A happy place.)   
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     christiane, Lior Gavra and Fox
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