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Cold Nights

Cold nights,
 
Desperate halls,
 
Filled with old pictures on the walls,
 
Empty rooms,
 
Broken hearts,
 
Casualties forced apart,
 
Silent whispers,
 
Ice cold tears, 
 
Looking at what you've become in the mirror,
 
All the aching past dreams still withstood, 
 
But even still your misunderstood.

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◄ Silence

Eternity ►

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Kassandra

Mon 22nd Sep 2014 17:46

Thank you Hotpeppers.

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