Wed, 02/03/2016 - 01:23 -- JANEDOM

Without my defining grace,

I am nothing but empty space,

It's clear to me I cannot live,

If my feelings were to give.

The sense of human I have known,

Would shatter from my heart of stone,

So please, I beg, don't fail me now,

And toss my presence to the ground.

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