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Jan 8
The emptiness aches,

Only interupted with the waves of pure hurt.

You say I'm being dramatic.

But you don't know these aches of hopelessness.

The loaded weight keeping me from progressing.

The loneliness that is most prevalent when surrounded.

You don't know what is

to drown within yourself

submerged in hurt

that stings eyes when looking for hope

and makes those close sound so far away

and sinks you further and further

into its bottomless pit.
idek, I'm tired
Lumin Guerrero
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Lumin Guerrero  15/Non-binary/The moon
(15/Non-binary/The moon)   
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