There's a beautiful lake
where I sat down
Water was clean
just like my reflection
A heart with a treasure
And a treasure with Nothingness
Nothingness in a smile
that was lost with the reflection
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Stranger to myself
PoetryA dark night with not a sight around. I still felt nothing ,just a dying heart that I think already somewhat dead . I just like a sorrowless soul wandering around in this whole world of mine that was just surrounded by me. Every single person left...
