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Poetry
The day that we break up, that day forth, I can't tell you how I feel . I am not even entitled how to know how you feel. But it doesn't mean that I stop loving you.
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Hollow

I'm a Hollow. That's what they call us. I don't feel enough emotion to make judgements about people and there's really no way for me to feel much more. I can read people much easier than I can feel, but I can't feel sympathy for any of them. I can have people that can love me and I won't be able to love them back. I don't even know if being a Hollow is bad.

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