Madness

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I speak.

all I hear are echoes,

My sadness is  reaching its peak.

I'm so close to just letting go.


Everyone left in perfect synchronization.

Like this was all planned ahead of time.

Brought by boys that only caused complications.

I will never understand this no matter how hard I try.


So my shadow walks alone and heavy.

But my face shows no sign of loneliness.

But deep down I'm just so ready,

to run away from all of these madness. 

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