UNCONTAINED.

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So often have I thought I knew you,
Now I can feel even my soul broken into a thousand splinters,
With no one, not even you to save me,
No hope, no luck, no remission.
I laugh at myself, I know this is the end,
I trusted your entire being,
After you promised to stay with me,
This is not a matter of meeting you now,
This is just going to be a case of lost identity,
Even the physicians will be helpless, I do not hope...

                                      ...And she lost touch.

                          Please tell me what you feel about it, I'll really appreciate it, whatever the comments may be. And if you like it, star it.

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