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Empty

 

Sometimes I feel so fucking empty 

I question my existence 

I’m suppose to be the example 

But it seems I take the path of least resistance 

I feel helpless and hopeless 

Like I’m losing all religion 

I’m suppose to be strong 

But fuck I feel so broken

Why am I always the one left hopelessly hoping 

I devote myself to things , I pour my soul into what I love 

And somehow I still drown , to heavy to rise above 

I’m here but I’m not here 

I’m alive but I’m not 

& I always end up being something , that the world forgot . 

◄ War

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