three.

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I was slowly
Becoming part
Of the crowd;

Blending into
The shadows
Of yesterday's
Memories

Searching for the light
At the end of the
Road 

Imagining an
Escape through
You

Only to find
Myself;

Lurking in the
Background
Of your
Story

Dismantled and
Shattered,

Shoveling the pieces
Through it all
And meeting myself
Once again

Only to decode happiness
Within me;
Without you

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