Ravaged of the setting sun,
Left to breathe,
What others have already breathed,
And died,
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it's really better that our memory turns to chalky dust because if it won't it will hurt our loved ones if there is any loved ones.
stuggle impossibly, To emancipate ourselves, From ourselves, While we die slowly, And our memory turns to chalky dust. - - - - that was powerful