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Scott Salter Jan 2013
Take from me what you gave; look away as I turn around, silence falls like a pin drop piercing the very hart of the floor that was once ours.
Love is what was made in reflections now past, lost to the empty space of ones hart
This home is no longer here.
Dead inside I feel no other way, lost in my own prison; dark delusions caress my inner thoughts as if to gain me comfort.
Longing suffocates my every need and want for you, I hate you but love you, I need you but I can not here you
Tears fall from my eyes touching the edges of my lips; the salty taste is the only moisture to enter this dried up soul.
Half of what I was is less than what I am; for the deepest hole could not reflect the furthest point to witch I fell
Cold dark, nothing left to give accept you, freedom to roam a new life, freedom to love without hatred, I can spare you of me,
Blessed with the hart of a thousand angels, you were trapped by a man with a thousand devils, free now, go seek the reward you deserve.
I love you, I love you I, love you.

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