Breakable Passwords
Hold on who goes there.
Is it my dreams?
My life,
My Strife.
No its just despair.
Given to me,
I see,
And plea.
Hone in the nightmare.
Reality,
Fatality,
Brutality.
So I’m solitaire.
Afraid of lies,
Allies,
Then dies.
They go anywhere.
In this the time,
Its fine,
I shine.
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