Lost and found,
I lost my ground,
I heard a sound,
And hit the town,
I paint it red,
I want it dead,
Now I lay me down to bed,
And block out the noise I've come to dread,
The noise of unrequited dreams,
The silence that will haunt my screams,
Friday, 14 February 2014
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