Your open your mouth to say something.
Who's listening?
You say you're sorry.
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Lobotomy of the heart and soul.
Lead me to a future of belief and belonging.
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I am a shipwreck.
An everlasting memory of what was.
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Her laughter is known. Like the sunrise, you feel it.
A deeply rooted joy that you can't escape,
A joy you would never want to depart from.
A laughter that consumes you like the winter breeze.
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