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Catatonic, I lie,
my emotions frozen,
specks of dust swept beyond the
trails,
of nameless pathways that
could not be chosen.
Numbed, I stand,
all feeling shattered,
like dandelion seeds adrift in the
wind,
shuffling between fragile clouds,
pieces of my being appear
carelessly scattered.
Yearning, I wait,
for a new day to dawn,
hustling through crooked bends,
scampering from regret to
regret,
frantically...
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