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Written
in
these
walls
are
the
stories
that
I
can't
explain.
I
leave
my
heart
open
but
it
stays
right
here
empty
for
days.
She
told
me
in
the
morning
she
don't
feel
the
same
about
us
in
her
bones.
It
seems
to
me
that
when
I
die
these
words
will
be
written
on
my
stone.
And
I'll
be
gone,
gone
tonight.
The
ground
beneath
my
feet
is
open
wide.
The
way
that
I've
been
holding
on
too
tight.
With
nothing
in
between.
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