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Peace, peace in the twighlight
Of the stars
One is shooting
How bizarre
I wonder where
I am meant to be
In life
Or if at all
All I know
Is I'm about to fall
Fall into despair
Or the deep dark hole of nothingness
I feel so hurt
And wasted away
Is there a point?
In another day
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