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Mar 2014
We used to be a treasure, so hard to find.
We used to be a light, so easy to spot.
Our stars used to always shine.
All we have left now is empty eyes so blood-shot.

We used to be a key, to every closed door,
We used to be the rust chains, the ones that never let go,
Our seas were so wide, now all we see is the shore,
All we have left is nothing but an act of a desperate show.

We used to be the insane, the ones who never looked back,
We used to be the liars of the truth, nothing to live for,
Our road was so clear, but now we have lost our track,
All we have left is nothing, and nothing more.
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