Enough
Dead inside, with no emotion left My world is filled with emptiness. It grows too great, goes too deep So, I hold the loneliness in, try not to weep. Tired of being everyone's nobody or less, I'll live now with the nothingness.... Knowing it's better to live with heavy heart Than have it consistently torn apart.
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fairly new to writing, change of life circumstances now allows me to be me
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