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My soul, like blood scabbed wrist wounds, is crusted and dry. My happiness, like the desert dunes, creates illusions for the eye. My heart, like the rain forest paradise, has been raped in your wake. My mind, like frozen arctic ice, is solid but may break. My love, like the slaughtered flock, has been sacrificed for you. My hate, like the strongest rock, stands alone and cant be moved.
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