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Echos of silence resounding within, filling my mind with their screams once again. Fading to empty and pulling me down, slashing my soul with the edge of a frown, leave me here bleeding want no one around.

Words turn to whispers, pictures to pain, feeding my fears on the blood in my veins. Slowly the echos becoming a phrase, still I can't seem to get out of this haze. Lost with the lonely I've nothing to praise.

Echos of silence now loosing their call, turning to shadows that dance on the wall. Bitter my laughter as tears from a clown, crushing my soul now as wisdom falls down. Crushing my soul as wisdom falls down.

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