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Life drags my body moves because it knows nothing else to do, yet breathing hurts like a fracture that never mends.The nights stretch, each one longer, the stars nothing but cold eyes watching


What was once warmth is only dust now, slipping through my fingers as the mirror does not lie, a hollow face, pale with forgetting,eyes drowned in their own reflection


The noise has gone quiet, leaving only the weight of memory, I let the silence come, It knows what I cannot say.
Another day passes, and I remain, fading slowly, piece by piece