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Nov 2013
I cry silently
In the comfort of my room

I cry silently
Looking for solitude

I cry silently
Gazing at the moon

My cries remain silent while I wait for my doom

And it soon follows
There's a knock at my door

I go the other way and the door swings open

He's come for my soul and I tell him i'll not resist you so go on and take it

And when we leave this reaper and I
he has but one question why
Natasha Smith
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Natasha Smith  Maine
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