"A Soul That Sees True Beauty Walks Alone"
not for crying floods of tears,
nor having faced my greatest fears,
I'm like a vase without the flowers,
what I once was this thing devours,
leaving thorns and shardes of glass
from shattered memories of the past
that cut my flesh and line my throat,
alone at sea I lie afloat,
but barely as I'm sinking quickly,
filling up with something sickly,
drowning me, my hope supressed
and filling me with emptyness
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