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As far as I thought - text

Blood
And broken wrist
God
Who does not exist
Wound
Of unheard lies
Sound
How speechless cries.
Screaming
The help ain't come
Bleeding
To what I've become
Not like the other
Die the same way
We think we're another
We're same anyway.
Change
To the worst
Strange
How it comes
So calm
Yet it destroys
Falling bomb
Which she ignores.
As her last words came across her lips
She began to fade
Her mute crying soft as kiss
Sounded where she laid
Born like no one
But died the same
Swallowed the gun
Forget her name
Kiss for goodbye
For this I agree
We'll be never alive
Until we are free.

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