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Seven Thirty


7:30 someone swore I died
blackened room alone I sighed
talked that night for the last time
heard not again, penalty of the crime

lonely days are here again
someone explain how it all began

11:30 could've sworn I died
lie awake, take it all inside
the path to life so easily gained
inside is felt the first birth pangs