the man is getting up
and he's trying to follow his dream
but his feet are sinking into the shards
he is falling
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I am tired.
I'm tired, I want to run as if I'm out of breath.
That's what death was like, God used to tell me when I was little.
Now, my shell is broken with everything I believe in.
I don't have a heart, I ripped it out when I was little.
Because I was covered in lies I believed.
I am scared.
I'm afraid, I want to die.
But I could never manage to accept death.
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