When everything you have tried
Has finally come to a screetching halt
When all the love you have given
Feels like nothing more than a wound with salt
When all your conversations
Have simply died down to nothing
What is there left to give
When you used to be something?
Dreams and plans have been killed
Because of the cruel hand of fate
Sometimes you find yourself wondering
If all the plans you have are too late
Nothing can compare you for this
All the pain that you have in your heart
The feeling like you don't belong
How do you mend? How do you start?
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