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Dec 2013
Nothing left unread
Nothing in my head
Only left for dead
Grieving in a bed

This darkness will ensue
Nothing left of you
We cannot renew
A hatred born anew

Driving in the nail
Trying to tip the scale
Forever destined to fail
Falling off the rail

Blood spilled on the gravel
I'm starting to unravel

Unwinding
Unwinding

Time to go

Unwinding
Unwinding

Don't let it be so

When there's nothing left of me
And nothing left of you
Our doom will be inevitable
Our death will find itself true
Written by
Elizabeth Thorn
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