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                                                           No matter how hard I try,
                                                           run away,
                                                           I can't,
                                                            as I would stay still,
                                                           I don't go anywhere,
                                                           struggling in the heat,
                                                           it reaches me,
                                                           I'm gone.

                                                           I let my grip slipping,
                                                           what's the difference?
                                                           I thought.
                                                           It is only now I realize,
                                                           how the decision it hurt,
                                                           makes me apart.
                                                                                                                                                                                                         I break,
                                                           my soul cries out,
                                                           and no one is listening,
                                                           does not collect recovered,
                                                           when the pieces of the break down,
                                                            into thousands of shards.