Empty
Knocked the fire from my soul,
And the flesh from my sinew, you
Left me hollow,
Too much space in an empty body to fill with thoughts of
A past my regeneration of memories alters.
And I thought I could end it all tonight,
But I was scared to find out what happens when ghosts die.
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