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Yesterday's gone, never to return. Words said, bridges burned. 

You think it doesn't matter what you do today.

You should know it matters in every way.

You hurt the ones ariund you, but you don't seem to care,

Where would you be if those people weren't there, 

Alone and afraid, still trapped in your shell.

No one around you, your own personal hell.

No loving heart, no guiding light. 

You've sent them all away being selfish in your plight. 

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