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Oct 2019
That weekend
That horrible amazing weekend
It dug a hole
A hole that is filled with happiness
But when emptied
There is emptiness

When emptied
The emptiness swallows everything
With all the bones
The bones that used to hold everything together
Fall apart
Until there is nothing left

But hope
Hope lies strong inside
Hope is all that is left
Hope to fill that wide gaping hole
But hope is a fake happiness
A haziness

Lies over reality
And when reality shatters
You are left with one thing
The thing that tore everything apart
The thing that could fix everything in a second
The weekend
Written by
The Talker
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