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when I was young
I had a secret place my sanctuary within the walls my innocence was safe and I could hide those days are long gone the sanctuary a memory one I cannot hold my mind wanders lonely trying to recall but only finding dust my heart remembers where my soul once slumbered safe and whole I'm scattered now all torn and tattered a crimson remain can't find the pieces what's left of me how does this end even death is not so final and so I wander ashes carried on the wind
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