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| An emptiness like hunger, a sorrow mourned by tears a heart that fails to pump with life, a pain that lives for years A hatred of yourself, a Bitterness to grow inside a stagnent body that no-one wants to know. A longing just to be alone to understand your life a maze to wander all round that cuts you like a knife. What is this i am writing how is it that i feel confused, alone, and empty This all seems so unreal .. |
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