Lyretry

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The empty walls I stare
They reflect and bare
Witness to these
With everything soon to believe

An anger to enjoy
Those she has destroyed
A craving of soul
Creating the whole

I no longer can see
The difference in between
What is right and lost
I would never and not

This she could never know
As with her I grow
So here these eyes stare
With no one to question—No one to care

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