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breaking point

there was a time

when there was time

for now I'm distant

covered with grime

 

even without feelings

my heart speaks in mimes

shifting to reason

chanting with rhymes

 

hoping to reach me

trying to climb

a thousand years slime

I crafted around me

◄ one

A good deed ►

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