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Living to Die

By Drizzle29, Norwalk, CT

The lights are dark
The summer cold
The winter hot
And the wild controlled

Shoes on my hands
A present absentee
Alone in a crowded room
My eyes can't see

Telling secrets
Is an extreme
When you're falling up
Deaf to your own scream

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