Empty winds haunt me like the unyielding truth of history
The cold, brisk wind chills the foundation that holds the world
Childhood memories awaken, painfully flaunting the distance I have traveled
I feel as if my goodwill was left behind
Lying broken by the unrelenting selfish drive of others
My heart now feels as deep as a crater and just as astounding
Yet just as alone, just as empty
 
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