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Sep 2013
Stone walls and graveyards.
I think I've been here before.
Sky's grey and so am I.
I'm just a speechless *******.

I've been stranded here forever
It seems and I think I might be lost.
At least the stars are out,
I love to stare in wonder.

"I thought you said the sky was grey,"
I heard a voice from no where.

I don't know who you are
Or what you want.
Just leave me to myself.
These days, I have been shakey.

"Are you needing someone to hold you still?"
That voice it speaks again.

I'm not your puppet on a string
I'm more than just a vessel.
I'll walk these streets until I die.
I'll be alone for my whole life

But the voice  breaks me down to my knees,
Saying three words I never believed.
Written by
Dylan Witte
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