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The seal has been broken like a mosaic of dreams

There are not any sides, only cracks in between

Inspired by melancholy, a solitary life

Battles of tears, fallen due to strife

She broke the silence when she closed her eyes

There was no need to stay in the wrath of their lies

I lived between the whispers of their thoughts of implies

No need to speak, or even say farewell goodbyes

Separation eternal from the malevolent one

A man that she was so proud to call son.