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Sep 2018
We said we would be friends if the flame went out
So why am I sitting in the dark all alone?

I wish I could suspend this silence between you and I
But each one of your ears has a headphone

Even when you hear me you don’t really hear me so maybe it’s good that you hear nothing now
Even when you see me you aren’t seeing clearly so maybe it’s good you’re with your momma now
Written by
Dean K  23/M
(23/M)   
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   Fawn and Sarah
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