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9h
There's no love
And there's no hate
But what is left for me to feel
Is too complicated to calculate
Impossible to translate
In this present state
A mind entwined
A jumbled mess
Shrouded in a new darkness
Nights turn sleepless
As I become a man possessed
By the hopeless

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Jeremy Betts
Written by
Jeremy Betts  42/M/Washington State
(42/M/Washington State)   
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