Disillusioned
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Numbed by the pain of merely existing,
I explore the confines of my soul
and found nothing
which resembled to the joy I felt
in the beginning,
when my life blossomed and bloomed
and my heart beat for the joy of living.
What I found, although not surprising,
was a shell of a person
surrounded by his life which now lay in ruins.
Pieces of memories beyond fixing,
shattered by the weight of darkened imaginings.
The rose-colored glasses I wore---
the one I had before---
is strewn and decimated all over the floor.
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