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Aug 2015
Emptiness is blissful
The absence of stress
The void of silence
The feeling of an empty bed
That only your body can fill.

It seems cruel
It seems scary,
But like the night
Which once frightened us as kids
Becomes safe haven for the wondering mind.

Yes there are joys that come
With the passing of time
Surrounded by people, sounds, and objects
That can bring such pleasures,
But with each pro there is a con.

The hate
The resentment
The overwhelming of pressure,
It can become too much.
So you push it all away.

And just like that,
No worries
Nothing to hate
No construct of sound
Or responsibilities

Just blissful emptiness.
When life becomes to much, I tend to find peace in the seldom silence of my home.
The Invisible Child
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The Invisible Child  21/M/Texas
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