This is not the way
One should start a day
Screams of pain echo
In me with much sorrow
They shatter me apart
Like a spear pierce my heart
They set my soul aflame
Would I ever be the same?
To live is strange for me
To move, hear, and see
To think, to breathe, to feel
It's weird that they are real…
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