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pitch black sky
one small star floating into nowhere listening for sound, but only the wind is heard can't understand what's going on I look for you, but not a person is seen in this vast forest, I am alone lost in reality, searching for fantasy a perfect world, now stolen by destruction words flowing from the sky, but it doesn't make sense aimlessly falling to the ground with not a care but to die All color vanishes from the earth never to return gray and white are too depressed to show nothing to be seen, black embraces all.
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