
Something Like Poetry - A Story of a Damaged Writer
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I see a pile of the wreckage of a human. But I can still visualize the statue of beauty you used to be; Still, among all the ashes, the tears, the damaged parts, And the cold touch of your buried pain. After all, it was I who demolished you, And it was the sound of your crumbling that awakened me.