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Deadly Silence
I can’t stop petting you
Though my arms grow tired, I continue on
Fear that if I don’t you’ll grow bored
Grow bored of me
For not enough light is igniting from my soul in times like this
And you, just like everyone else,
Grows tired and leave
And I once again am alone
Just myself and my thoughts
Silence will be my cause of death
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