I heard a crack
In between
the loud hours
another break
another cowards
I am taken back
by the sound
to a dark room
where a weakened me
I see, there lays and cries
Here is where I died
Along with dreams
Along with my pride
Another heart in defeat
You take without care
Another conquer with a snare
The good hearts are
the ones you reap
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