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by Will
Rated: E · Sample · Personal · #1874293
Listening to music while reflecting on a Sunday evening
dear god we often pray
salvation stands a life away

muffled sounds outside the door
used up tissues occupy the bedroom floor

confusion sits beside defeat
the question why plays on repeat

round and round we often go
all we ever wanted to know

memories of the distant past
four years that flew by oh so fast

mistakes disguised as accidents
the truth that never had a chance

round and round once again
till we cross paths with our inevitable end.
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