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Lullaby
The emotions packed into the barrel of a gun.
The fear of the ending,
Above all, the death of the day...
An age where being human is something to be wasted,
When you're twisted unto breaking,
And words can't be taken away.
Child, are you afraid to be left behind?
They expect too much of you,
The encroaching darkness will claim it's prey,
What will they do when your heart won't stay?
You're not alone...where is your home?
Hold my hand and lead me far...
...Away.
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Comments
Hebi Says:
you ok hun?