Kirstin Barnes Biography

She's looking through a window,
Stairing at a sky.
Her heart is slowly breaking,
She cannot help but cry.
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I found you one sunny morning,
Curled up on the bed.
Your feet and hands were freezing,
But warmth still in your head.
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Cold, lonley nights,
When silence drifts by.
The truth that kills strangers,
With a sad, empty cry.
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Is there life outside this box?
The whole that love forgot.
Or is a dream too far away,
You had to let it rot?
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A love that they felt,
So deep and true.
The bond that they shared,
Lies she didn't see through.
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