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From all of this bittersweet madness,
Finally face to face
A glare returned
A quick turn,
Footsteps, the sound deafening
Hand in hand,
Smiling faces turned cold within seconds
The want to run is overwhelming
But what is there to do?
Wait,
When will it all just end?
The hurt is just too much for one person
Another quick turn,
Angels sing
Sickening sounds
For those are not the angels from above
The putrid horror of it all