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Nov 2020
The months dragged on,
As did my thoughts,
It was grueling to ignore
The growing holes in my heart.
The emptiness was forming,
Hollowing my insides,
Picking up the pieces,
None of them fit right.
The searching continues,
To make the world less blue,
But nothing fills my void,
Nothing else except you.
Written by
Hailey  Scapegoat
(Scapegoat)   
112
   Jeremy Stacy
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