Crashed the body not, but the heart is
When you soaked in sadness that much
It becomes you
Like sounding echo
All you do is function
Memorize the play, repeat the futile
Recoil from the mere thought
Deflect the feelings and bury it under,
steering away from the unwanted consternation
Shatters, shatters, all over again but it sounding, still
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