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Empty Being

With iced over eyes
The inglorious demise
Left me in pieces
I fall apart again

You can pick me up
Little by little
But I'll never be complete
I've been torn

Just ashes or crumbs
Of a person I used to be
Joyous and carefree
I am no longer me

Ripped to shreds by this life we lead
The only thing that satisfies
Is the false reality brought by mead

The false pretense I know
Has corrupted me
I am without my senses
And I can no longer see

Will someone help me stand?
This is never what I had planned
My strength is leaving my soul
And this loneliness is taking it's toll

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