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NOTHING


Nothing is really the anger and hurt we mask behind the smiles that remain unexplained

We have nothing left in our hearts but the nothing that exists is actually pain

They say we fade away to become nothing but yet some part of us is always there

Nothing is the something in my life that makes everything else seem so unclear

We dream for something more in life but in reality we believe for nothing

We hold on to the things of the past mistaking everything for something

Every tear we shed is for something hidden as nothing in our hearts

The nothing that we pretend to be is everything that has fallen apart

Nothing is the something I feel when there are no words that can be spoken

The heart that nothing can mend because it is so severely broken

Nothing is the mind for no one can see what is truly there

Nothing is the something that we all so desperately fear

Nothing is a mistake that people often make in their lives

Nothing is that memory we hold so close so that it actually survives

Nothing is a concept that was created some ways a way

Nothing to explain the something we feel and nothing is left to say

There is nothing in my eyes even after all that I’ve seen

There’s nothing left to hope for despite what the everything means

Nothing is what’s left when we can’t find something that we had planned

Nothing is the answer when we bring meaning to the stand

Nothing is our life when there’s no value and we’re still here

Nothing is the possibility that we are all to disappear

Nothing is our deepest fear to become nothing instead of that for which we care

Nothing is the fear of being unseen but yet you can listen and still hear

 

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