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Sep 2020
I don’t know what it is
I don’t know how to feel
If that hope is worth keeping
Or maybe just let it all fly out
Something I never thought about
Dropped down without a sound
A concept I don’t even want consider

Pushed down
Forced up
I still just feel empty
An emptiness I don’t want to fill
Written by
Oliver Henderson  Boston
(Boston)   
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