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The aganoy of this shattered heart
Hope rises and falls with my breath
Teetering on the edge of madness
Sanity, suspended by thread
Resusitate my broken mind
Scour my soul of your disintegrated oaths
Conceal the truth with an elaborate facade
Imitated adoration behind cunning eyes
Memories etched immaculately can not be unrecognized

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