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Here I am; thinking of heaven, while living in hell. Here I am; thinking of you, while dying alone. My heart cries for you to be here. My soul wanders lonely, staying away from this obsessed me. My life crawls down this face, flowing with blood flooding my eyes. One can no longer live those peaceful dreams in these nightmares. My mind is flooded with clones all around. Your hands; are reaching out for me. Your hands; vanish when sought for. With each breath, feeling older, closer to death. With each second an obsessed hope is lost in time. And here I am. Just living in hell, dying alone. Here I am, with a mute heart and a crippled soul. And here I am. Just being. For you and me, can never be us.
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