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Laughter from behind.
I'm Standing, and staring. A blow to the face, Pain. His Long Black hair, A Dagger. A promise, of Love. Screaming. Wishing for it to happen. Waiting change, That is Death. Soon today will be tomorrow, But the hurt will still be just. His yesterday, was a Hit and run. Not thinking, amd being Stupid. Nothing to remember The cry of love. I'm Drowning, At least. A Ring, with No answer. Gone, Never really knowing. I'm Hopeless. Ticking. Waiting for you to stop. They're Wanting you to drop. She's Turning. A Smile. I'm Disgusted at the look. Running, Hiding. Coming back, finally.
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