particular..You began alone,in an unforgiving world.And you will leave alone,in a forgotten home.There was a chill,much like the frigid winter winds.You shivered at the thought,poised but not quite ready to die.I suppose you could,you could let us all know.You suffered,but we've all suffered.You're not exactly special,lines crusted with blood on your thighs.We all have scars,inside and out.You're losing taste now,losing all that once meant everything.I suppose you could live,live until the day you break.Your body is not a temple,no,just an abandoned home.Discarded mail and laundry thrown around.There is not
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