Empty Regret
Who am I, what am I?
Why do I feel so empty?
The tears, they sting my eyes.
Why do I feel so alone?
My skin is cold and pale.
My hands are numb and lifeless.
My legs are stiff and frail.
My heart is dark and still.
The light is gone from me.
Solitude is my only companion.
There is nothing left for me.
Nothing but my own regret.
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