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void


It comes in the morning, it comes at night

It comes with no warning, not a reason in sight

I feel like im crazy, as if i have no control

What must i do to fill this hole?

I cry out but nobody sees because they dont understand this disease

I put on a mask and they buy the act

Nobody cares to ask, is your heart in tact?

What they dont see is that it is shattered

But if i let them see would it even matter?

 

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