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I am That which is Lost

I see nothing now

but the remains of nothing

I can hear nothing

but the morning of tears

I can taste nothing now

but the bitterness on my tounge

I can smell nothing now

but the smoke rising up into the air

I can feel nothing now

but the emptyness inside your heart

Why is it that my tears still come

even after all the fighting is over?

Why is it that I am all alone

even after we all united?

But the question is

What am I?

I am that which has been forgotten for years

I am that which hides in the dark as the sun dose rise

I am that which is lost

but never forgotten....


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