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Isn't it funny how time goes
When you can't see the inevitable lows
When all you feel is the blows of the past
Leaving you with nothing but sorrows
And a heavy heart
The cracks they dig into your soul
They emerge in the shadows of hope
Suffocating your being
Until there is no feelings
-s

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