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| Memories flash by, all within my past, Knives and daggers hurt me, but the blood wont last. Tears roll down my face, they sting and then they burn, I sit and i do listen, you ask me when i'll learn. But there's nothing to do and nothing to say, it gradually rakes over, with every passing day. Like an infecting virus seeping through my soul, i cant escape it, it could turn gold to coal. So when you next look at me, think of what you see, Rainbow stars shooting through the sky, or a scared little girl about to say goodbye. |
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