An emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space?
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Where in hate, do these spiteful veins lead? It is not to you, for that they cannot bleed. Dry from the hollow spaces left by it. What penance could this pain be? Truly, does my heart still beat, Do my receptors still fire, Do I still love, live? Hold red blood? Breathe air? Exist here? Do I dip, Further Down To
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