Ripped and torn to two,
my eyes cry the saddest tears.
with
Listen, can you hear it?
The sound of a thousand dead
Everythings flushed and the closets full,
nobodys ever seen you before.
1,
I can see the dirt under my nails,
six feet into
The sun has shed all it's hope and skin
And some
I'll die with this pen in my hand if I
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