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Farther Beyond

Desolate wastelands as far as the eye can see,
I sit here and ponder,

Because it’s only me.

These scars on my arm mark who I was and who I am,
I sit here and I wonder,

But I only see sand.
My heart is a ghost town,

Unknown to the untrained eye,
I sit here all alone,

And I begin to cry.

To cowardly to admit it, to confused to ask for help,
I sit here and I scream,

While I wonder what life is about.

To some I may seem different, to others I’m rather strange,

I sit here and contemplate,

If I’ve really gone insane.

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