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Apr 2018
Empty
Love.
Something that can be heard
Be seen
Be felt.
Hate.
Something that can be heard
Be seen
Be felt.
Hate may portray happiness but
the hidden emptiness inside is never filled.
Written by
madison brancato  18/F
(18/F)   
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