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By eleanor maslen •
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,.