Emptiness Empty Lost Black Darkness Void Nothingness Nothing Nowhere Nobody Silence Heavy Pressing Pressure Insanity Apathy Shell Devoid Emotionless Apathetic Cold Creeping Infesting Despair

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A fulfillment not yet satisfiedA place not yet called homeNo one but I'm not terrifiedI'm humble on being alone
how curious it must be to feel your own heart beating warm and pulsing as you know without a doubt you're still alive i wonder what it feels like   the pain in my head is not the same
The Paradox of Insanity   O my worst fear that I wish to expel, A masterpiece refuse all to accept. The hidden pain that I so well dispel
Have you every felt empty inside, empty is a word of dryness, a word of voids..have you every wonder why the empty voids cant be replace by people or things...
Empty Silence The darkness That is all I can see That is all that is ever around me The black is always there A constant companion in the nowhere
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