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It Repeats

The passage of time
Goes by unnoticed for me.
I am left untouched,
Already dead on the inside.
My heart, so scarred
From all the times it broke
Has shattered again,
But who would bother to fix it?
One last time a day goes by,
One last time, my glassy stare
Just can't care anymore.
Hollow, so hollow, so gone.
Echoes of memories of sorrow and pain,
Echoes of the tears I can no longer cry,
The throb resounds within my soul,
Haunting me again and again.

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