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'Empty'
There they were
lost...
the price paid
cost
More than any
thing,
shattered lives
don't
sing
Going on unsure
broken,
false promises are
spoken
When we gain NET
we may lose WORTH
So how can one
endure that
pain,
when the soul's
stained?
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