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The Survival of the Last Broken Word
They can drive an airplane into you,
But they can't drive you out of yourself.
Because what remained is meant to stay!
What they took from you is grave.
I felt it.
I was gone.
But something kept it alive.
It's still trying to bring me down.
But I won't let it. Not anymore.
It's too strong.
From the depths of the abyss,
The words have returned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shattered ...
Tuesday 1st July 2025 11:49 am
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