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The life that once thought it belonged,
ceased to exist today inside a dark unknown room.
The life that once thought it belonged
tried to free itself from its pain and despair, but it proved to be too great.
The life that once thought it belonged,
watched with its fearful, tear-stricken face as the red essence escaped the cuts.
The life that once thought it belonged,
in its last moments before death, thought about how much pain it had endured.
The life that once thought it belonged
never had nor never will have the chance to understand what it means to be loved.
The life that once thought it belonged
never allowed anyone to become attached, though deep inside the loneliness grew.
The life that once thought it belonged,
in its last stand, causes me to see how much I need to change my own ways.
The life that once thought it belonged,
might become myself if I keep ignoring the possibilities available.