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Broken dreams, empty promises,
Tired of so much walking I drag and my feet,
No future, no North, lost.

I look up and I only see a bloody Moon
That haunts me, cold and baleful,
Stalking like death to its prey.
Foolish, cruel and deadly.

My broken soul is already,
The breath begins to leave my body,
Cries of agony and no one who wants to hear,
You do the deaf, you turn your eyes,
Just to pretend that nothing happens.

Dying is not cruel,
Cruel are the people who look
How you're running out of life
Without any feeling,
Those are as murderous as the same death.

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