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Feb 2019
Showing the fake light
As the darkness spreads
They only see what's in sight
Never the tears on my bed
Never the poison in my veins
All the moments that drive me insane
Only the hope
Never the hanging rope
That could one day be around my throat
They only believe what they what to believe
Not the pain that they have weaved
Written by
Eliot
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