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How can this be? I'm walking with no floor beneath me.

The rising sun begs its call, and screams at me to finally fall.

The birds don't sing today, like me, they broke and can't fly away.

And so begins the slow decay, of this lonely heart,

So confined in this blank, empty, dead space,

All the shards of the mirrors lay in disgrace,

For they had to endure my ugly face,

Yet I have my love, I have my hate,

I had a hope, that this was fate,

I thought it would lead to something great,

I just wish I didn't always have to wait.

Now I embark on my quest to finally win,

To give up my doubt, and get rid of my sin,

So here's my try,

And so it begins...