vacant
the feeling i get when its cold
a brief moment away
from the harsh reality i live in
bold is the mind i have to type these words
my parking lot of feelings that are hard to explain
the empty canteen of hate
i want more out of this life
but it seems life wants more
out of me
but im vacant
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