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Oct 2012
whispered thoughts flow through my brain

while ice cold blood flows through my veins

my mind is dark and my heart made of stone

i’m left to obsess in this house all alone

my glass is breaking, i’m fading fast

consumed with my many ghosts of the past

it is clear this world is not mine for the taking

as i realize dreams are not meant for the waking
Shelby Young
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Shelby Young
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