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Naive till my last breath was I,

Naive till my last sight was I,

Oblivious to the world outside,

Yet I barely knew,

What I was feeling inside.

Empty, hollow, shell-like structure,

My feelings, they repeatedly fracture,

In this world very harsh very alone,

Alone till my last breath was,

Me, myself and I

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