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Apr 2023
i was feeling empty,
not like an empty can,
but something,
more emptier than a can,
like a void,
or an endless tunnel,
where there’s no hope of returning back,
or more like a black hole,
where there’s no end,
and no guarantee of surviving,
i am empty.
fariha
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fariha  20/F/malaysia
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