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Pure Escape.

There is no pain, its a pure escape,
Our fate is lonely, and its hard to shape.
The inevitable is hard to bare,
but there are memories to carry, and to share.
Apart of us will always know,
There is a time to die, and time to grow.
Time is everything, but you mean more,
Your heart is cold, right down to the core.





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