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Aug 2019
Pretty face with the emerald eyes,
Searching abroad for cloudless skies,
The last one took happiness with him,
Now she's stuck longing and wishing.

Now then she meets the void she never should,
Long hair, quick smile, he seemed so pure and good,
When he spoke her pain was echoed,
The way he knew her innermost struggles showed.

Yet he was different, tho she still held hope,
He let go of humanity in an effort to cope,
Unintentional bait, his trap was laid,
He now charged the world the price he'd paid.

And so she fell like late fall snow,
To early to live, melting to make another grow,
And she was ****** in, her hopes her dreams,
Until all that was left were her muted screams.

She loved the void, danced upon the outskirts,
But got too close and learned again how love hurts,
And he felt nothing, no guilt for his crimes,
For the void knows nothing, but the emptiness of his life.
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Hopeful Cynic  24/M
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