gather.

I gather what is left
Of the words you shot at me
And turn those remnants
The echoes of my pain
Into a fortress of nevermore.
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I gather what is left
Of the words you shot at me
And turn those remnants
The echoes of my pain
Into a fortress of nevermore.
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