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He sits in a darkest corner,
Counting memories that fading away,
Flipping empty pages of his diary,
He cries,
But no one seems to care.

He walks in the crowd,
He stumbles over stony road,
Pain strikes him,
He refused to cry,
At least, not this time.

As he walks to the only place he knew,
He looks up to see the crowd he walks in,
Everyone too consumed in their masquerade,
Everyone walks, swollen with pride.

This place has saw everything,
The moment he weeps, smiles and laugh,
He put down everything on the ground,
The promises, the dreams,
The hope, the smiles,
The pictures, the songs,
The pain, the memories,
He lit up fire and burns everything up.
He waits in tears till it turns to ashes,
This is the last time he will cry,
He will no longer live in dismay,
He's gone.



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