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WInter


Days and months ago by and I still have this wound 

Cant force it to heal or it will never heal 

Your voice still echoes at night 

Look at the mess you made 

I cant stay this way but this pain is too much 

Everything you left is now apart of me 

I think its time to leave 

Your like snow that never melts 

 

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