I want to pass quietly
and without leaving a mark
but everybody has their own piece of my heart
their own finger in the pie
of my disappointing life
and I thought I’d be much more than this
but maybe it’s the best of it
to slip into the solitary night
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he’s staring at faces he no longer recognises all he can feel is that he had loved them once he reaches out to speak a rattle escapes his...
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