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Wake Up Dead
I young,bearly talk.
Exploded head laying in my bed.
Worst sounds turns into the best.
Like listening to a heart beat in somebodies chest.
The rest of her life rest upon my hands and melts like snow.
Oh so cold.I cant feel my nose as my chin hits the floor.
I cant let go.
I lay her body down and watch her wings grow.
Stearing at her soul sore into the white smoke.
I try to hold on but these hands cant feel,these hands cant hold on.
To a man thats real.
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