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Buried Alive

Grasping onto your words
Your loving lies
Soon it will be I
Who dies
Your love is waning
As is my life
Like broken glass
as blood is...
Staining.
Poisoning, breating slow
Where can I go?
Nobody knows.
But you
A blinded hue
You leave with lies
To never come back
Silencing the air
Waking despair
I'm buried alive.




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