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Nov 2017
This time,
I felt nothing.
Not the fast beat of the heart.
Not the violent wave of rage.
Not the muffled tears of sadness.
Not the all-encompassing envy.
Not the unstoppable movement of despair.
Not the stinging noise of defeat.
All that was left, was that bitter taste,
In the back of my throat.
I called out, and the moon...
Didn't respond.
I was empty,
And nothing in the world, could fill me.
Nick Huber
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Nick Huber  Los Angeles
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