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Jun 2014
Staring at the silence that you made
The same silence that destroyed you while I was away
And today I heard nothing
Just the screaming of your voice
But that might as well be silence because I didn't have a choice
And the best things are gone only our memories plod along
Singing of all that went wrong in our melancholy songs
Do you know what it's like to dig a hole so deep
That from inside it just looks like a grave?
Do you know what it's like to run out of tears to weep
Because you know you cannot be saved
My life is so ******* depraved, then there's you
The anchor to my chain pulling me down, being blue
I used to swim against it, now there's nothing I can do
But watch it all turn to black as I separate from whats true
Timothy Kenda
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Timothy Kenda  Worcester
(Worcester)   
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   Kathleen Rose
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