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as i sit i start to think

whats the point of me?

should i really even be?

these thoughts circle me

swimming through my thoughts

they swarm my heart and brain

this feeling is unappealing

the heavy weigh of my heart

tainted by your dark art

my eyes no longer glow

like the first blooming sunflower

and my smile no longer slips across my face

the hollowed hole where my heart used to be

has been taken over by misery



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