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I was left with nothing;

I felt like nothing;

There was nothing left for me to hope,

care, love, and trust.

He left me with a broken soul;

Lifeless in a pile of dust —

Blown by the wind to nothing.

Ashes, I became,

Torture and love was just the same.

Though, it certainly is nothing, I was

saved.

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