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Blank


So many thoughts yet nothing makes sense

So many questions but no one to ask 

So many emotions, yet I am blank 

I see each letter moving furiously in my mind, and as I try to cautiously capture each to create  words, seems to be the most exhausting task

Blank is what it is

Blank is its name

Blank is the game,

That is playing me. 

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