Empty Shell

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Crystal blue skies,
sheared clouds,
Walking forever lasting miles,
One hidden within the crowd.

Dark stormy days,
Flashes of lights and screams,
Trapped in a daze,
Inescapable dreams.

Red blazes of fire,
Burning and scorning to touch,
Will to live grows dire,
As the once joyful balloon ascends from your clutch.

Drowning cold tears of rain,
Cast aside puddles to be stepped on,
Treatments to numb the minds pain,
Repeating song, after song, after song.

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