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mattyrowe

eyes are open

I write not in vain to share my pain

My spirit is weak not hard to seek

The clues are there not hard to see if you want me you will see

Ur'll follow the light away from the dark

Its not easy not like a park

The walls are grey and not very straight the gates are open and i sit and wait

I hope and prey for someday that comes along the feelings soo strong

And the tears do dry so i never say bye bye