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The silence sleeps through out the night,
sothing i have never done,

And i wish that i could close my eyes
and be awoken by the sun,

The truth is, listen now, 
For i shall speak this from the heart

When he died and left me, 
the night terrors were the start.

The end will be when i too leave
when everything has left my mind and i no longer breath,.
Posted: 2011-12-01 17:24:43 UTC

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