Sean_porphyrophile
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That heart is not beating anymore, the eyes are at peace,there is nothing to worry about,as all the things have ceased .No one talks anymore,no one pays heed to what you say,you do not have words to express yourself, you do not have anything to say, death has taken away someone you love,there is no spark in your life, left It's all a thing of lost cheer,leaving all black and things to see, As a memory.