Live, to please, to pretend, and to act in favors of others.
For all that I had done, others may be, but I'm not proud of it.
For the courage I needed, it had deserted me.
All is left, is an empty carcass, the one without a soul, nor heart, nor mind.
A living dead, I am.
Voices; they screamed, shouted and cried,
I'm dead, long ago.
What is left, is me.
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