Traces of the laughter I once held
And now from my heart, by you is compelled
From my soul tears fall, enough to fill rivers
Each one hurting more, like millions of slivers
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whats left after any horrible experience is trauma and disallussion, whats left is always our determination and endurance to fight even harder and press forward no matter how hard, never give up :)
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whats left after any horrible experience is trauma and disallussion, whats left is always our determination and endurance to fight even harder and press forward no matter how hard, never give up :)