Dissapear

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Cain

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Something's said,
So softly spoken,
The words unheard,
They're so hard to hear,

Inside this head,
Thoughts bent and broken,
Seem obsured,
So far unclear,

They keep us blind,
With spells and potions,
They trap us behind,
The walls of fear,

Nout leaft to find,
But mixed emotions
Within your mind,
You'll dissapear.
 
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