The shadows of the moment,
Walking around my past,
Absorb what once was great,
Remind me all the time,
Everything I lost.
Congratulating a heart,
Surrounded by fear,
Reproduce the crushing sounds,
That I will never hear.
So there is the symbol,
Of my radical existence,
The mental confusion,
Constantly falling,
In a perfect illusion.
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