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Sometimes I wonder why you left my precious life. See, I probably misunderstood ya love for this strife. I never meant for all this to crash
They say that stars are holes In heaven's golden floors But if holes are stars Than what can be the door?   Are the doors the empty         space Between what's right and wrong?
I'm supposed to silence the world.Ears are meant t
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