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Mar 2015
They say that home is where the heart is.
But what if my heart doesn't feel at home anywhere?

How am I to feel?
When all I feel is empty.
I felt half full once..
But now all I feel is empty.

I want to scream out..
But what I hear in return is my own echo.
beyond the emptiness.

People get their hearts broke
Their hopes shattered..
Their regrets eat them alive.
To live to be empty.

I was born,raised, half grown.
They tell me that I still have a long road ahead.
I will forever live in my own empty

It's the emptiness that eats you.
To live to be empty.
Do you feel the empty?
Jaelin Rose
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Jaelin Rose  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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