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It is over,
More over, it is done.

Sickness in my stomach,
Sickness in my head.

Don't think that nothing more can come,
Instead consider that there is nothing less for some.

Trainers shuffle past, bright light flashes through dark,
Illuminating your face in the mirror, your lips create the mark.

Don't throw those eyes my way.

The group moves,
An insect in dust.

The crippled leg that can't hang on,
Covered, forgotten, gone.