It took me years to realize
I am my ground
I catch me when I fall
Everyday I go somewhere to fill myself
And at night I always come back to the same feeling
Emptiness stays inside of me like the lungs
Loneliness come through me like the air I'm breathing in
In the silence, I go through the storm
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PoetryI've heard that when people start to open their heart, they get better
