A poem, by me. Kind of dark and grim. Emo… sort of.
Blank.
My mind is blank.
I have nothing to think about.
My body refuses to listen.
Why?
Because it is empty.
There is no soul.
It has been shattered.
By one I have adored.
Denial has broken me.
It is this
That keeps my body
Oh, so very
Empty.
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