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My head, my heart, they are empty,
producing, containing nothing.
Yet, they are stuffed to the max,
flooding with thoughts, emotions, worries, hopes.
How can one be so empty, yet so full?
I am a ghost existing,
alive and dead in this twisted world.
They drain us of vitality and fill us with emptiness.
We are the lost.
Don’t bother looking for us,
we are already gone, found.

Everyone has their weak spot
The one thing that
Despite my best efforts
Will always bring me
To my knees
Regardless of how strong
I'm otherwise
Is YOU

Your Eyes
Your voice
Your face
Your smile
Your thought
Your memory
Your existence
Your being
Your soul
My weak spot
Is my strong
LOVE for YOU

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