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Background noise, is all that I've become;

Draw the connection.

Your deceit and my decay, are linked

Lovers on an anniversary stroll.

To you I am now a shelter when the buzz

Of flies is too much to handle.

My voice though, when quiet and crying

Is lost in the downfall.

Advice and loving gestures aren't enough to seal the void

And the scars reopen

Ready, willing.

After all, this is your deceit we speak of.