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I don't wanna cry no more
The saltiness of my tears burns the scars of my soul.
They say you don't have a life with no soul.
But tell me how I'm still roaming this earth
with an inner me that is so rigid.
Rigid and raged to the core?
My memories leave me cold,
Shivers patterned on my bony spine.
I thought they'd fade away
and leave me to contemplate on my own.
That'd have been fine.
But I fooled myself.
My heart, aged with troubles
But still holds archives of the days.
The days that I don't want to fade away.
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