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Oct 2014
You're standing somewhere
between the storm of our present
and the graveyard of our past
where we learnt to bury our souls
and hide our truths.

I am not what I was
at the beginning of this trek
There is a hole in me
I think they call it heart
I wouldn't know
it's be silent for a while.
arham
Written by
arham  inside my head
(inside my head)   
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   Violet Smithe and Erenn
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