Obliterate

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We search to find care, yet care is almost gone 

To a place as if a melody to a forbidden song 

searching for something only found in books 

For its the only happiness that others never understood 

Yet books have alwasy had one thing in commen 

We all became lost in memory and slowly forgotten 


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