Voiceless
The Light
Has been extinguished
I have lost
My voice
My "Self"
Gone
Will you morn
It is gone
Dead
Six feet under
The flame
The passion - extinguished
Nothing left
Empty
Parched, dry
My voice is gone
Speaking
Fighting
Defending
Have become
Obsolete
Nothing left
What is there
To fight for?
Stolen
Broken
Taken from me
I no longer care
Enough to speak
To take a stand
Pointless
To resist
Mutiny is outdated
I am my enemy
I allowed myself
To be
Broken
Shattered
Lost
Dead.
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