Lonely, I once was
My head a home for the buzzing static of remorse
My eyes a gray haze of vacancy
My heart a beating echo of numbness
My body a bed for the abandoned
Healing, I now am
My head a home for the blossoming seed of hope
My eyes a bright current of wonder
My heart a beating remembrance of purpose
My body a temple only visited by those invited
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