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the memory it froze inside my mind turned my tears to burning ice turned her head as i screamed and she cried and i've seen what she was willing to hide as much as my soul could keep here comes her new beginning i sing myself to sleep a ribbon of doubt is wishfully twisting my voice is shrill and buried deep beneath the soil, beneath the trees a place that i've hated a place that i've loved a place to escape from a place to call home i can pass my hands through fire i turn to ashes with a touch if you remember you're a liar i can prove i won't be loved i can rot in sweet denial i'll pretend i know this much and i can feel her here with me she died inside a part of me and fantasy, reality reminds me of the memory i really can't discern© shannon, 1998 age 17
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