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Drops rolled

with screams on hold

Pictured perfection

now got no hopes

Things were left scattered

ripped and untied

everything came infront

with a lot of questions in eyes

Chaos was all

I was surrounded by

Thoughtless were the days sleepless were my nights

All together it was blurry by the time

but everytime it came infront

once again chills ran down my spine

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