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by Innocuous Zitella   May 2, 2012


Is this really me?

Why can't I feel anything at all?
When do tears start to fall?

I feel empty.
I just can't get plenty.

It was only yesterday I felt weary.
And now my life's getting dreary.

How can I live the life I want?
How can I have what I like them to grant?

These questions are left hanging...

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  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    There are questions which are better left unanswered..

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