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Rolling down my eyes are a few tears

for, what i was before 

now i am not


I had to change myself into an evil one

for someone, who is my so called father

had to go on voyages

to make someone shed blood


today I am not the one 

who used to live in solitude

who I was before

now I have lost myself

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