Gone

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I stare into you're empty eyes,

Searching for some life,

But find none.

Your the shell of the person you used to be,

You don't even flinch anymore as the blood falls,

Will it matter if you're dead?

There's no sign of life in you.

Your lost, gone for good,

All that's left is a shell of you, a zombie,

All laughter, Smiles, Happiness gone Forever.

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