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Nov 2010
Nothing
that is what I feel

Nothing
try to tell me it's not real

Something
is much to hard to think

Something
Can be be gone in a blink

Thoughts
are too hard to see

Thoughts
just long to consume me

so

Nothing
is running through my head

and

Nothing**
will be there once I'm dead
Written by
Isabella James
428
   JM
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