Hollow feels my insides,
as if my heart has somehow escaped its dwelling place in my body. My mind has become soulmates with turmoil,
my vision brings things I no longer can control. I dwell hopelessly in this world, in search of my own,
my people,
my kind,
for this earth is nothing but cruel, judging,
and strikes down those who are different. The tears have stained my cheeks for all eternity,
the darkness has become my friend as I roam the empty streets,
no one around to judge me. I long for my world, where I am proud and unashamed.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC
Hollow feels my insides,
as if my heart has somehow escaped its dwelling place in my body. My mind has become soulmates with turmoil,
my vision brings things I no longer can control. I dwell hopelessly in this world, in search of my own,
my people,
my kind,
for this earth is nothing but cruel, judging,
and strikes down those who are different. The tears have stained my cheeks for all eternity,
the darkness has become my friend as I roam the empty streets,
no one around to judge me. I long for my world, where I am proud and unashamed.
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