This emptiness claws at my chest.
I wonder when it will go away.
I've fallen to far from the apple tree.
Now I am nothing.
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Nefelibata
PoetryCOMPLETE A mix of poems and quotes Nefelibata: cloud walker; one who lives in the clouds of there own imagination
Rotten Apple
This emptiness claws at my chest.
I wonder when it will go away.
I've fallen to far from the apple tree.
Now I am nothing.
