Feel my presence. Indulge in the misery of a void sucking up all the good in everyone. Hug me. Hug the mystery out of me. Maybe then you'll get to know I am all alone in a crowd.
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Eighteen Wonders
PoesíaThere has always been this empty space in my head I am trying to fill up. Like a void. Like a black star sucking in all that is left-even the good ones.
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Feel my presence. Indulge in the misery of a void sucking up all the good in everyone. Hug me. Hug the mystery out of me. Maybe then you'll get to know I am all alone in a crowd.
