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What Would You Really Do
Up like a shot dressed in my fear
Only to stop suddenly not daring to go near
Frozen I stood from the ice in my streams
On the other side the echo of your screams
Clouding my mind what this handle is for
No force of any kind can help me open this door
All is silent, empty of sound
Drums in my chest for what is to be found
I take a step out and slowly turn around
Only to cover my face from your body on the ground
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