night twenty eight

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my mind is troubled by the emptiness.

and you caused this pain. 

this pain i feel. 

almost to the point where i can't feel. 

like where you put your hand under water,

that's so hot that it feels cold. 

i want to take my beating heart out of my chest

and stomp on it. 

so i don't feel anything. 

but then again my heart isn't beating. 

so harry, you're the lucky one. 

because i am dead, and i am gone.

and you caused it. 

you caused it all. 

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