The voice,
the void
keeps
telling
me lies.
You are useless.
The voice,
the void
keeps
telling
me lies
and I
believe
them.
You are useless.
-HIRAYA.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
