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How will we find an answer to the question tearing at the threads of our chests? Ambitions, traditions, building and expecting soft skin listening dinner ready, warm and waiting for someone who won’t be coming home Don’t turn on the television and don’t pick up the phone out spills blood from the twirling cord he’s gone, she’s gone, they’re gone Hate has again won and I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there to help My ears ring with the screaming across the earth and my heart feels the fingers that grip their loved ones limp faces with eyes that stare blankly towards the sky drowning in tears and inquiring why
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
Bastille
How will we find an answer to the question tearing at the threads of our chests? Ambitions, traditions, building and expecting soft skin listening dinner ready, warm and waiting for someone who won’t be coming home Don’t turn on the television and don’t pick up the phone out spills blood from the twirling cord he’s gone, she’s gone, they’re gone Hate has again won and I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there to help My ears ring with the screaming across the earth and my heart feels the fingers that grip their loved ones limp faces with eyes that stare blankly towards the sky drowning in tears and inquiring why
rina-vana
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
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