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Bolt Locked Door

The tears of regret in your eyes
The murmer of truth in your lies
The sadness in your face
It's evil disgusting taste
The foul stench of death
I die because nothing is left
There was nothing left for me
No more reason for me to be
So I left only a blood stained floor
Behind a bolt locked door

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