No More
Take your seats, make yourselves feel comfortable,
In two minutes, think of something beautiful,
Sunsets, genuine people and smiles,
You think of marvelous things around,
Never once considering that you could be one,
Perhaps it is because of all the years,
Those agonizing years walking this earth,
The path had always been made of broken shards,
No wonder why you bled out all your beauty inside...
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