Empty

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There is
nothing
in this world.
Nothing to look
forward to.
Nothing to enjoy.
Nothing to be
grateful for.

There is
nothing
in this shell of a body.
No soul.
No emotion.
No reason
to live.
It all left
a long time ago.

There is
nothing
left here.
Everything
is gone.
Everything
is empty.

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