ASHES

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You were left all alone during all the seasons

Growing up was like a sweet poison

Youth was all too gloomy and distant

Memories were too harsh to time travel

The same old four walls and the wooden chair were all I got

Not a single tender hand to reach my soul

My will to live turned to dust

My torment ended with the sunset

My ashes vanished into thin air

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