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Shards of you upon the floor, Hoping for an open door, To a life, free of pain, All your hopes die in vain.
Fighting just to go on, Feeling like a used up pawn, Who upon the burden lays, Thoughts of times of earlyer days.
Strive to bring up a new light, Never giving up the fight, Only in the darkest night, Can you rest your broken sight.