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Rising Pain 

Crouching and whispering
Hush my dear
I'm here to listen
Lay down my love
People are waiting for you
Hold my hand
I need our last minutes to be true
I kiss your sweet, cold forehead
And touch your pale freckled face
I hold on, tighter than ever
But then they rolled you away
My whole world was about loving you
You my dear, though not afraid
Said goodbye in the quietest
Yet loudest way
You my love
Are the choiceless




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