the void
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She
is nothing more than a masterpiece
trying to master her peace.
She
is her own anchor,
but she's lost at sea.
How could this be?
At night,
she sleeps with her thoughts
In our existence, life has been recognized as:
preconditioned, preconcerted, predestined,
confusing the bountiful, for the beautiful.
Ever so often doth waters drop on clay;
"Try, just try
They shout across the void
But false hope,like a lie
It's my mind with which they toyed
But real are the tears in which i cried
Am I more than a mindless droid?
Not to them
"The void
It knows me
Almost too well
The void
It throws me
Under the spell
You're not good enough
It whispers
You're not strong enough
For your sister
It's your own fault
