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This blackness keeps me still. Sightless and empty. Silent and imaginary. My world is an unlit night. No warmth to free me. in this meaningless life. This imaginary self which gave me light. Only ephemeral, with nothing in sight. Frozen woe is all I know. Made-up tears and empty words Are nothing more than voiceless faux. My frozen world dark and null Chains me to The void my life.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
The Void
This blackness keeps me still. Sightless and empty. Silent and imaginary. My world is an unlit night. No warmth to free me. in this meaningless life. This imaginary self which gave me light. Only ephemeral, with nothing in sight. Frozen woe is all I know. Made-up tears and empty words Are nothing more than voiceless faux. My frozen world dark and null Chains me to The void my life.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
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