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Aug 2020
My heart bleeds
My emotions disturbed
The stars don’t twinkle
The Moon doesn’t shine
My mind being the closed door
My assurance is no more
My ears in not hearing
The door is locked
Yet I have been mocked
My scaled is unbalanced
I was once upon a time
I was full of hope and dreams
But not I am only mean
Once upon an idea
Prosperity used to come near
My life is nothing more than Death
Decay on target
Despair is my journey
Doubt being my adventure
My heart is permanently closed, and no one can enter
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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