March 5th,
No past
No indentify
No control
No memories
I'm lost in me
Can I trust you?
Even knowing everyone leaves eventually
I'll be left with nothing but the void inside.
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XIV. Void
March 5th,
No past
No indentify
No control
No memories
I'm lost in me
Can I trust you?
Even knowing everyone leaves eventually
I'll be left with nothing but the void inside.
