NO ANSWERS
Pain flows freeley.
Tears fall gracefully;
From these eyes.
We scream;
We fight &
We lie.
All this time,
It goes so slowly.
To many things said.
Not many things tryed.
WHY?
Sometimes;
Thier just aren't,
Any answers.
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