The rush of blood,
Through your veins,
Has been sorely missed.
The feel of security,
In yourself,
Has been lost.
The love that you so desired,
Has been cast into the wind,
Flying in the torrents,
Away from everything.
And you can fight to find it,
And you can struggle to try,
To find what you have forgotten.
But it will never be the same,
Because in the end,
It's a fragile game.
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