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A motionless silent gesture
The notion less mind under pressure
Unstable peace within one's mind
Could lead to one's fall
Surely will happen to all
The mind is twisted
The thoughts are wicked
The coldness in the air makes the body numb
The tears in others eyes has shown what you've become
No, you're not easily broken
But something inside of you has awaken
The air is turning cold as ice
Condolence is what you had sacrificed