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I do not know, how much is left in me. I am running low, on soul to give. I’ve walked too long to wipe their tears, my soul’s too close to gone, I fear. I can’t hold on to this much more, as the night creeps in, the walls just close. I look so hard and long for friends or foes, they’re all now gone as the night befalls. I am trapped deep beneath the ground. On top an Earth, with lines around. Inside a house, with walls surround, within a mind, is where I’m found. Those who cried on me through time, are ghosts, I tried so hard to find. And those who took this soul of mine, the reason why I write these lines. For I don’t blame, or try to blind. I smile, because they smile. It truly has been a while, since I have felt some peace inside. To those I seek, I leave behind, why I’m beat, have happy lives. Those who weep, though not in sight. my soul is here, come have a slice.