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Empty SwingsEmpty swings,
Empty swings inhabited by creatures so beautiful
They dare not show themselves,
They dare not
Reveal themselves for the fear of who is there.
The fear that you are there.
The memories of that hundreth thousanth blow still rattles their brittle mind,
It still burns their soft behind so much
That they can't sit anymore,
They can't breathe anymore without inhaling your overwhelming presence,
They can't blink anymore without having some kind of false hope an faith that
When their eyes open you wont be above them with a knife ready to...cut them.
Mothers, fathers, soon to
And never will be
Damage the hearts of the innocent minded,
The hearts of the
Ones who wish they were guided into some sort of haven,
By something or someone but
All is lost
All hope is lost
All future is lost
In their minds because of... you.
Your ignorant ways plays a great part in what they were supposed to be
In what they were meant to be and
In their purpose of life
But how could you see
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