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Am I truly even here or am I hollowed out, like forgetful tears, coming down from an empty silhouette, lost to the tune of life’s sweet clarinet
Like a distant memory that was forgotten, throwing no caution cause you know, that your heart is already rotten from the seeds of doubt, growing with from the lies of a false promise
Cause the life you once lived was too meek to even speak, and the life you live now, is too bleak to seek for peace
Yet I wonder if I should stay or should I go, so maybe for now, I won’t ever really know
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