lost child
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When time dies, people still enjoy the misty nights alone
When time dies, people still discover ways to move on.
When time dies, I still see the look in your eyes
Nobody witnessing my death before the attempted suicide.
Late nights.... The notes seem to float out of the headphones and into the vacant air as if they are looking for a somber soul in the distance.
That phone call you never thought you'd have to make;
Where is he…?
You only turned away for a second.
You just had to close your eyes.
He’s gone.
Your little baby boy…
