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As I lay here feeling deep and hollow, I thirst nothing but your presence. As I hide beneath the sorrow, I hear frail bones turn to ashes. But m..

Really messy, but I wrote this without actually stopping, that's why I left it as it is.

I remember being inside, where people rush to hide. Away from your unfathomable stare, god how it made me feel so bare. I remember sitting in a ..

short.

In these awful times of deadly silence, I thirst nothing but your subtle noise. In these wretched times of sheer sadness, I seek nothing but your b..

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