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Better be the world of mine,

To stay away,

To shun that which burns,

Too deep the scars of late,

Too long the healing wait,

To feel again something

A craving,

Let others inherit the earth,

Stand tall among words

Written before,

I should smile at this but

Knowing the truth hurts,

so I go

In silence,

Hurt

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