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raindrops slipping down glass nothing's sacred or built to last
a guilded youth unappreciated under shadowed concerns lacking words so some was realized, others wasted
but I did get everything I thought I'd wanted all I had to do was try
a downcast eye of cloud's sorrow outside inside a dreary me to edify if I could just identify my next reason why the room's scentless as I grow grey in my hopelessness and observe the sky
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