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Things Always Fall Apart.

And without a sound, we all scattered

Our silence broke through the air

And without a single breath

It all ended


The stained glass of our souls;

Was cracked and cold.

And without a sound, we all scattered

Our silence broke through the air


How strange it is to think too

After all this time

That we broke so easily

Never to be the same

And without a sound, we all scattered.


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