Dust Fist Dirt Grip Black And White Dirty Hand

The air has become dry, and the smell of death exists within my nose.
The light no longer survives, and the nights have become one.
Your blanket of deceit hangs above my head and your twisted mind has ripped through my innocence.
You have made me feel brittle, all because I wouldn’t fall to my knees at your feet.
You have manipulated time, brought the past to our hearts, never allowing us to move on.
The words were spoken, the damage is now done.
Things can never go back; it will never be the same.
My world will never be whole again.

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