Four

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Everything seem so quiet,
Silence of a flying kite,
No more sounds through the night,
Blurry go the light,
Hiding myself in the corner,
Expecting things to be over,
The pain and the guilty is heavy,
Nobody around to envy,
Where are you now,
Leaving me here wondering how,
Things could go upside down,
Slowly drain the drown.

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