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Million souls leaving

Bodies,

Rising in the skies,

Dancing around flashes

From the past.

The matter years,

(Are) Hurt suddenly and

Lost in spaces...

Aligned bodies in

"Wounds garden",

I'm reading

Nameless "flowers",

Symbol of millions

Stories.

I'm not dancing

With the others

'Cause I had a

Premature end.

By Suicide.

Bsnal ways

Artificial meaning

I killed myself

To exist.