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The weightless stone in my palm is all black.
Like something Made of darkness and hate.
Running away, never looking back.
No one is here, why should I wait.
Wandering around in a place unknown.
Everyone turns my way.
They are all staring at the pitch black stone.
Maybe I shouldn't stay.
I walk along the path that only I understand.
No more people roam the streets, I am all alone.
Back to where it all began.
Just me and this pitch black stone.