I came back at the crime scene
Just to see if I still feel
Focusing on each sore
I find myself in pain
Does it hurt?
My heart faster starts to beat
As if trying to escape
Feeling as being driven to hell
Desperate
Not knowing where to go
Wanting to go home
We are flesh and bone
Dust
Memories
An odd blend of love
Love and hate
Hate and love.
Doomed to forget. We are in this together but each man kills what he loves. the page remains blank, unfinished, same as the previous one...
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