Broken π
I am losing my uniqueness in my darkness My strength swallowed up by my weakness People leave but memories remain sad The tales of a broken young lad Hanging comfortless on the birches Alone in the mud, along narrow ditches Wallowing in self derision and delusion As days chameleoned unattended dreams to illusion
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