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Thoughts
- Words - Observations
by Kelly Morse |
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| Falling down,
i stoop to pick you up again Never saw the step, just quickly fell A cold lost darkness in your head I could see you thought you lied so well Grab the mind gently Or else you'll break it It could be your key to lock the door It can be your devil if you make it It could be the dark but nothing more Child, child in your head Toying with tantrums painting them red Talking, stalking, circling round I see no trust in you The motives clear All wrapped in fear & To this fear you're bound |
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