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You Knew
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Angels Does anything matter anymore,
my hands get weak as I write.
I wonder why I still can sit behind this closed tight door!
My dried out tears has taken away my sight.
You're gone now,
I feel nothing,
except my cold feet planted into this ugly ground!
I want to hold on like you.
I wondered why you didn't want to play,
or why eating wasn't important for you anymore...
I guess you just knew
