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Innocence fallen from it's pedistal
A scream
Piercing the very essence of humanity
No one knows
A secret between you and me
I won't tell
Thriving on the darkness
The thoughts of sorrow
Call me
Your guilty consience
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Jean-Phillippe Wijnholds
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03-01-2009
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