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The Tower

The pain of my past
Is piled too high and
Stoning me to death
With its unresolved debris

I cant stop it
Because I cant change it
I cant run away
And I cant cope

So I lay here
In pain
Bleeding all over
My so-called promise

Just waiting
For my past
To kill
My future

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