It was as if my being was slowly disappearing into thin air,
My body hollow,
And parts of me stilling missing.
My true self had been shattered into pieces,
Scattered and hidden deep within.
But worse of all was the fact that even with the puzzle complete,
A big black hole could still be seen present
In the middle of my heart.
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Lost in the Chaos
PoetryLost. Afraid. Anxious. Insecure. Empty. When you walk into the chaos, you never know what you'll find.
