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What have I become? I am tattered clothing on a beaten breast, a hollow shell who chased the wild dreams of my youth and followed them into a pit of diaster. And when i am finished i will remember to feed the stars and kisses frozen and silenced by the deadly harpoons of this time. And say my fare wells to the ever glowing moon who chased the sun away when I wished that I can see it just once more, as I walk the lonely streets of false hope paved in gold alone. And I will say my goodbyes to the glimmer of hope that once filled my eyes, and were stolen by an empty pill bottle,clever lies, and a familiar recorded tune that repeats over and over a broken song that has been played many times before . And I am alone,  My thoughts are deep and surrounded by the many screams of my body as it is injected with poison and the soft dew of my tears sits silently on my cheeks as silent rivers with broken promises and monsters that the eye refuses to see. I remember when the word love Was used like a concealed weapon firing from the pits of hell used only to hurt me. I thought that if I spent the freedom of the morning with the wild ever changing patterns of the rain then my world would be complete. Forced to grow up.alone and un protected in shark infested waters. Reaching for stars that never existed only to rocket from outer space with no parachute, sheilded only by the golden ground to break my fall. What have I become? Who have I become? When did I become this?