my eyes have aged so
I'm exhausted inside
depression's overcome me
my life has died
I walk in vacant silence
roaming from room to room
looking for some sunlight
to arise from this gloom
I have nothing left
I gave my best years
now I am but a mannequin
with eyes of empty tears
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Memory Graveyard
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