Cold grey tears pierce my skin
Reminding me
Reminding me of the times you played god
Reminding me when you took my voice
Reminding me there wasno god
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PoetryUntold lies and untold regrets...... Midnight thoughts it's all the same but the fact is when we close our eyes. We open them
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Cold grey tears pierce my skin
Reminding me
Reminding me of the times you played god
Reminding me when you took my voice
Reminding me there wasno god