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Oct 2020
I turn the last page,
The next is blank.

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B L A N K

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So white it's screaming
So empty I’m left reeling

The lack of words
A void so loud
I squint my eyes unseeing.

I don’t think I’m ready yet
I dont think I'll ever be,
It hurts too much to be alone
Is this the price of being free?
Written by
Wildflowerseverywhere  18/F/Rome
(18/F/Rome)   
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