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When one does not matter what is left Nothing but dust and ashes of what was once And now what is all that remains. You’re numb from the battle and the cold that would once sting Your skin doesn’t seem so painful anymore Its inviting touch kisses you, Wraps around you and guides you to a blissful slumber, Where the memories that haunt you so no longer matter, Where the words once said in pain are nothing more than the dust that hangs in the air, And the tears you spilled became the whispers on the wind. Images appear around you, taunting you, tormenting you, And you laugh a bitter laugh because of the irony in it all. They seem so real yet you know they’re not there, They’re never there, and that’s when reality comes back, That’s when reality becomes pain so crushing you can’t help but to scream, And then you realize that to them you mean absolutely nothing. Nothing…so What is left?
What is left...
