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I look up to see blackness

Looking down bares the same result

I can't see where I'm standing

I wonder if I am standing


I'm mangled and worn

I have been crushed and twisted

But the hideous exterior

Reflects what I've become inside


I am a hollow shell

If you call out to me

You will only hear your voice

Bouncing back off empty walls

And an empty heart

So this one is kind of old, like July 2014 old but definitely one of my favorites :)


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