Ruin

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Decimated,

My life lay in ruin,

Shattered in front of me,

My heart is broken,

My mind is weak,

My muscles tire,

And my bones break.

Nothing could save me,

Only prolonging my march

To the mountain,

To its heights.

Only to fall,

To fly,

Off its peak and out of sight.

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