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Forlorn Thoughts

It’s getting blurry
Vision is fading from me
My finger still holding the trigger
I can’t bare the pain inside me
I lit a candle near the window
To ease the reek
Arctic breeze whispers goodbye
On my cheek

Is my soul set to die?

I am going home
To a place where I belong

Lying eyes are waving
While my rival is revealing
In the dark
Written by dejure (vick)
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