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Sep 2013
You were a mystery
You still are
The secrets you had
The silence in your eyes
You always were happy
Or so everyone thought
Until one day
You never went home.

Nobody knew,
Nobody ever sees
How deep sadness can be
Until one day
Becomes the last day
And everyone thinks it is just another day
Until the next one comes
Filled with pain
And a wrecked home.

Tears are spilled
By people who care,
But do they?
But did they?
Because, someone who cares...
MusnΒ΄t he know?
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