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Mar 2019
I thought life was simple
I thought lots of things
and now I think not
but feel this empty shell rot
I am like a crab, a shell that holds nothing special
I am hallow but still
all filled with the no-pain pill
I am lost
a soul with no cost
and when this empty shell brakes
the sky will shake
it'll rain and my soul will be freed
from this world full of greed
Written by
Emily  F/wondering
(F/wondering)   
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   MeanAileen
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