
Broken glass crunches under my bare feet. No future dream, no hope forcelestic. No worry.
The wind blows, it just blows and blows. My tears blow and they burn as they move across my skin.
I can no longer clench my fist, it is the only one i can call a part of me.
I still do what they say even when they can do no more. I see only....
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