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Treasures

Treasures

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Filling the void with useless treasures

trying to find something to fit,

in these moments of depression

no one has the right kit.


I look so hard, my eyes get tired

and I forget to breathe,

as my body goes numb against the fight,

my batteries have died on me.


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