Fin
Beauty beyond belief
Almost stale
Every place I’ve been
But no one left to tell
Once it was a dream
A fantasy
But now all too real
And no more family
From east to west
North to south
I’ve run out of space
Just stories of my mouth
Soon I will be unable to move
Left to drag myself alone
My freedom was my enlightenment
And my undoing
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