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Abandoned House 

The last thing you need is love from me
The last thing I bleed is your tears on my chest 
It’s hard to find the answers when our atmosphere is vexed 
The struggle of finding common ground in a unwanted jungle 
Your thoughts and consciousness are thunder storms hoping for freedom 
I can’t guide you to the rising sun 
I’ve lost the concept of what we had
Let’s just agree to leave the abandoned mess we call love in the past  

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