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Just like a cliche tv show,
it flashes every day.
Time flies indeed,
so do happiness and sadness.
This emptiness is boundless-
a hopeful yet hopeless soul
wanders in an empty hall
filled with nothingness
and nothing more;
pouring air in a wine glass.
I'm the friend you wished you had;
the silence that shouts your thoughts;
the darkness that lights your worth;
the pillow that keeps you awake;
chaos that brings peace of mind.
Said you lost it but you last
fighting a nightmare
that no one else does.
You're alone and yes y’all own
a piece that nobody else has.
You’re right, you’re right.
Yours the rarest plight.
Good night.











