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Submitted:Sep 21, 2007 Reads: 228 Comments: 2 Likes: 3
When it's over
When it's really over
When I stand alone
No one around
No one is there
No warmth to feel like home
Not a sound
Not even a vibration
Nothing tests my will
It is quiet
It's way too quiet
It's me alone, I'm still
And in the end I am the proudest
A proud broken man
And in silence I scream the loudest
And still alone I stand
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