Finding Life
Emptiness is the dark abyss that drowns me. The pain of being alone without love, Swallowing my body, Damaging every nerve until nothing is left to feel, Carve away at my body until fire burns once more. And at last, I am no longer dead and perfect, But alive and broken.
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