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I cannot move

I cannot speak

My mind stays a complete blank

Not a single thought comes to mind

No matter how hard I probe and pick at my brain

a once vital organ now feels like a rock

Laughing now feels like a chore

All because you wiped away my spark

as if it was dust on a countertop

Or blew it out like flame to a candle

Your selfish agenda leaves me yet again

all alone.

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