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Sorrow hollow

The closeness is burning

my stomach is turning

lead wars with them tear drops

go far and the ache stops

 

The closeness, the loving

my feet keep on running

those words creep as shadows

they dig out these hollows

 

The hollows are where I'm weak

The hollows so dark and bleak

Hear waters and drown in scilence

This world's cursed, it fosters violence.

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Written by
fodorovakikus
16 / F / Slovakia
Published
Dec 12, 2025
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