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Apr 2018
Fullfilled
ghosts in the room
suns blowing inside
I know you love me more when I say nothing

So I don't speak
not a word

I think
not one thought

I come and go
You don't even know
You'll see me either in the morning or afternoon

I love him
I hate him
too much

My tears dry quicker than the water going down the drain

You don't see the stains
the sobbing

I love us all to much

I don't want to touch
distance keeping us so close

Blood is dripping out your mouth
my cheeks are wet and face red

Lying to my face

I speak not one word
Nor think

I love this house to much
eileen
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