Broken Spirits
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Alone I sit here... Empty and cold.
The light beckons me... It forces me to be ok.
My feelings are hidden away, showing no emotion. That's how I am.
I have to fight to be alive. I have to pretend I care.
The world crushed my dream... yet it forces me to be.
I once was alive. Now I just survive.
-Anonimous.
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