~already~

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I bled my soul dry,
Cutting deeper,
Until my veins were empty,
Until the blood I spilled
Was nothing but a memory of itself.
I've lost the language of hurt
And now,
All I understand
Is the emptiness,
That never stop whispering;
You are already gone.

(2024)

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