Without
~response to Oz
Breathing goes on, each breath a pain
The sorrow is something you tame
And just go on without

Emptiness steals the soul from the middle
Each heartbeat will always bleed a little
As you go on without

The coldness of missing will always stay
Even if there’s a returning some day
And go with or without.

Gloom
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