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I am not there
Many empty candles burnt away
Vacating the space they once inhabited
Mournful song playing in the distance
Travelling to my ears.
deprived of sensation
I cannot trust the touch
Acceptance of something as true
I hear a scream just loud enough to be heard ,
I come to the realisation, its mine
As I look at my reflection
I seem ashen in appearance
And a thurst grows inside of me
I cannot remember anything from the last few days
And my thoughts are in a daze.
A pain in my soul ,that i cannot describe
As all my senses ,are coming to life
And as I turn to look at my reflection, once more ,I am not there
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I am not there
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