Thursday, January 25, 2018

emptiness in all forms, but it won't last, I know it

I feel sick to my stomach on an empty stomach
I feel like crawling into a blanket of the seventh dimension where time and space ceases to be
I have all these thoughts and none of them are about me
But all of them are for me
I have all these tears wanting to escape but they're dried even before I consider letting them out
I have all these voices demanding my attention but i'm unwilling to give in to any

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