Peace and Quiet
My home is empty
There is no furniture,
No sound and no one in sight
Just me
I am empty
There is no love, no care and no subtance to fill my heart
I am a cement statue
There is no life and no emotion
Just stone, cold and hard
I cannot love
I cannot be loved
I am empty
My life is empty
My home is empty
I have no responsibilities,nothing and no one
And I could say that I'm okay with that, because I like to be alone
But that wud just be a lie
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