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Faded.

The wounds cut deep,
I cannot feel.
The blood is running;
What have I done?
 
Is this my future?
Alone and empty,
Sad and frail.
 
What will fill this void?
Alcohol and cigarettes?
Late nights and long days,
Just wishing away the pain.
 
Shine some lights,
On my dark days.
Before I fade away,
Never to be seen
Again.
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