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May 2015
An Empty tank of gas
An Empty heart of glass
Empty thoughts
An Empty cranium now filled,with last resorts
An Empty spine, im a coward it seems
Empty skin, ImΒ Β too stuck to move forward, bursting with a lack of ambition at the seems.
An Empty tone,
An Empty phone,
An Empty house
An Empty home
Without you ill have:
nothing
how else can i say those three words,
but to say what i will be without you
Im in love with you
Death-throws
Written by
Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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