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Feb 2018
It’s like sitting on the floor of an empty room of the house you’re moving out of
It’s like a new blank page you don’t know how to fill
It’s a deep waveless endless ocean
It’s empty utter loneliness, a hole that can’t be filled

A new future is ahead they say, but you don’t know how to live it
What is there in this world for me and what have I to give it?
Written by
Tim Swarts
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