A thousand words spoken, but never heard here. A thousand dreams awoken and yet none is found near. Broken promises are always this. Full of hate. Full of lies. Full of completion it never is. Life at times can be abusing. Passed by from friends amusing. Life of love all found a new. Death of hate always comes through. A thousand ways started is now a thousand ways ended. A thousand more came and gone, but thats not what I intended.

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