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A lonely soul
Sits alone Awaiting a companion It sits by itself Dwelling on sad memories At the bottom of an empty canyon. Haunting images Of past mistakes Still leave their mark of shame. A soul still sits Pondering past events To the soul, it's all the same. It's just a sickly mime It's just a waste of time.
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