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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.