It’s quiet here, no music, no song birds
It hurts here, just broken pieces, and shattered parts
It’s raining here, totally flooding, no levees to protect
It’s just me here, once a paradise, now deserted and desolate
Why can’t I leave here, because to leave means to accept defeat
You should be here, at the place where we did meet
It’s still here, a heart I can no longer feel.

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The paths I've taken, uncharted and invisible. My actions, often labeled weird, are sure. I see with my heart, not my eyes. Despite pain and pauses, I always arrive, undistracted by doubts.