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Devastated and destroyed, I can feel my existence crumbling.  The tension in my body, the strain in my mind,  The cold in my eyes, and the black in my heart. Everything is deteriorating.
The incident happened, but nothing remains The silent night riddles with mystery Leaves blowing following unknown paths only to later settle in the wet murky puddle left behind by the rain  
Have you even wondered where hope goes to die Have you spent your whole life just wanting to cry   What does it mean to you when things shatter A million of pieces left for you to gather  
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