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i looked at the scars on my arm.. i have gifted her , gifted the scars!, yes! i have..

a genuis trying to live through some more of her kind..

yes! living.. a reason to live perhaps..

 losing the rhythm slowly.. but steady enough..steady enough to obliterate the "me" in me..

 happy! that i am.

hark! I am the stone, for stoned i am !

 don't search for the cadence,sorry that i am time and again!

sorry.. yes! for i was losing the self , the self that was so pure, the self which had the soul,

 someone restore it! , someone save it! , save it for the moment! , save it for the sake of  "reason"!,

 save it.. sigh.. yes! a bit too tired.. have walked the deserts.. searching for some water,aint it the season?

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