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Fragments of a Broken Soul

Your entire life is but a lie.

Hence when it gets real, you fly.

I am a maker

Creating my future.

You are a taker

Emotionally insecure.

A black hole, a void

Sucking in the light

Hearts are only toys

For a soul black as night.

I bleed upon the page

The victim of your irrational rage

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