Fifty nine

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Taken from a dream,
And placed in what I call reality.
Scattered hearts lay about
Waiting to be fixed again.
Scars lay upon the skin of those
Who cry for help.
No one to care.
Asleep with their minds
They think they're trapped.
They are.
Not a soul to help them out
But the ones that are
There with them.
Single tears fall from those
Who know it's pointless;
Pointless to prove to others
That all we need is help.
They walk away...
With not a fear that
I might die.

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