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Commence the truth, but,
Don't let the blade cut,
Emotions are done, dry,
Don't let reality be wry.

The heart is diminished.

Fundamental beliefs,
Gone, we've relief.
People've taken to apathy,
We need an apothecary.

I think I am finished.

Music always still on play,
While we continue to lay,
I still miss you,
I'm still a who?

I lost myself to me.

And again I was born,
Kept forever lorn,
Even if death creates,
It doesn't alleviate.

I just cannot be.