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dead end truth

I’m not one for sad stories Eulogies and earthquakes Feel the tremor Feel the shiver Feel it all come crashing Replaying it like a bad movie Written in the pages of history our names are to familiar with devastation Hurricanes rummage through stuff like it’s all A bad joke, like this night the stars Wanted a good twinkle At my expense so the clouds Rumbled and cheered And the rain pattered on and on This ceremony, this war dance between A cold heart and a broken one One will come out changed One will come out dead Funerals aren’t for the dead they say It’s for those living Walking alone as the world dances on And a realization comes The earth is a stage And we each have our tragedy combsdamont.tk

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