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Mar 2013
I can hear that hacking noise
Off in the corner
Of the room
Where nothing comes up
Hacking for hours
Days
Maybe weeks
Nothing slips out
Nothing crawls in
Just a sick
Sad
Empty sack
Of nothing
Feeling hollow but filled at the same time, and not knowing how to cope.
Hannah Elisabeth Johnston
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