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Sep 2018
I hear the battle cry
I look up at the baby blue sky
Covering my ears with my hand
Make it stop I demand
I stumble to my knees
Wanting you to hear me begging, please
My silent cries echo in your head
But you don't help
You pronounce me as dead
Secrets Are Made To Hide
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