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Realization always hits during the worst of times.

Even the length of your blade extends compared to others.

The blood drips out, although your tear flows like the moon's light at night.

I find words which suffice to convince the truth which I evade.

They pour out in waves of sooths and pain,

I'm nothing.

I feel nothing.

I'm always alone.

Everything I do is wrong.

I feel nothing.

I tell myself lies,

That this is temporary.

-LovableConundrum
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