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The empty words roll off my tongue Symptoms of my hollow soul The smile freezes on my face An attempt to make me whole The darkness that creeps in on me Has not yet claimed my eyes I still can see what I have done The pain, the hurt, the lies. ������������������������������������������ ���� Amanda |
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