A passed echo

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My screams
Not heard by living ears

My pale complexion
Not seen by living eyes

My fists fading
I slam them down

Why don't you see me
Look at me

Don't pack your bags
I need you

Where are you going
What are you doing

Who are those men
Why are they here

Don't touch my chairs
My bed

Don't drive away
Don't leave me here

It's so quiet

So alone

Hello?

Hello?

Hand Written Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora