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Joanna Rozo

Ashes of my past,
dreams for my future.
None of it is real.
I am alone.
Nothing makes sense,
everything is meaningless.
I don't know where I stand.
The grim reaper comes,
but if you hold my hand,
I won't be afraid.

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