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Sep 2014
The only sound heard is the wind.
The rooms all dark except mine.
No sounds of footsteps,
Laughter,
Or even the TV.
The only world I've ever known is silent.

But I think I'm okay with that for now.
I think I've finally gotten over you.
the boy that cried over you
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the boy that cried over you  Arkham Asylum
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