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May 2019
It’s funny how a night of laughter
Still leaves me with this sting of sadness
The empty words echoing the
Empty inside
And even if I tried
If I said I’d reached another soul
I would have lied

At the bottom of the bottomless hole
The loneliness still shouts in riot
Written by
Ash Eliam  France
(France)   
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