Hollow. Inside the mind inside the soul, lies a lonely heart,so weary and cold. She mourns, she roars, shes nothing but that girl. Blood running through her veins like the fire blazing sun, but tears as deep as the ocean. Why me, why me she asks, what do i lack? She asks. Hollow. Nothing but herself locked in the blank white room stored away in her brain, why is that so hard to swallow? She's nothing. Nothing but hollow.

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