Empty Heart.

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I roamed those same grey, empty hallways, my heart empty. It's cold. I'm cold. The beats are slow. Too slow. Empty heart. I was full of nothing, only bitter wet tears and cold red blood. Nothing was enough. It was a dark, bottomless pit in there. It ate and ate and ate, but it never remained satisfied. It was never satisfied. Empty heart. It was eating me alive. Empty heart.

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