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The louder it goes, the more I tune it out. Loosing my woes. High and Higher. The bad still mounts. I close my eyes. Pretend to be gone. If I'm not here. No pain can come. Make believe, but what do I care. Disappeared. You'll find me there.
Away. To stay. That's where I'll be. Only here, you'll find me. I've been around. To far to tell. All I've left, my soul to sell. Time and time again. Events repeat. Who and when? Coldness through my soul has seeped. Warmth is still there. Only I am not. Disappeared, you'll find me there.
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Poetry of the Tradewinds
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