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Broken! Crushed! Trampled!

No light! No dark! No space!

Empty! Barren! Void!

Always, always dismay!

This hollow part of you, is you, but the damage is left undone….

All because of a fateful day when love no longer won

Would death, would oblivion not be more enticing?

Liberty? Freedom? Release?

Beckoning, pleading, appealing

To take this life……..Please

But the embers of life are still with you, the ashes not yet cold

Death you so desire has left your wish untold

For the light that shines within you

And the damage still undone

Is saying clear, your time is now, is here

Your time is to be someone.