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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2202536
Tragic loss
As I stare into the flames, I see burned remains of my passion, the blackness of my heart, the ashes of my hope.

There cannot be movement, when the body is unwilling, the mind unable, the soul lost in darkness.

The past brings nothing, except lost chances of truth, lost moments of joy, forgotten breaths of love.

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