murder murder they all scream creating a scene of sadness in between no bottles care or broken chairs that promise you once swear slowly disappear in moments where you didn't care,if your words could hear would my feelings reappear like flashing lights to show that you were here,I'm cought in a trap with no turning back,my mind is empty yet still I try tied to a crime reminiscing about time watching you moving on while I stayed behind sad and alone no voice for words...
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