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The Far Pavilions
How could i endure one more sunrise in this cold and unfamiliar place?
Where friends pass by like autumn leaves only stay for a season.
My heart dead to the smallest act of compassion
It gave them no reason to break the cycle of
The passers by.
Their actions made trust a failed practise
So here i stand on this hill alone, never turning back
In hopes that the past will fade.
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