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A spontaneous thought, acted upon without overthinking. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks! |
| The void that fills me, Grows, every second. Yearns; for more. The fear that encompasses me, Thrives, every moment. Lusts; for more. The agony that devours me, Nurtures; every minute. Hungers; for more. The silence that deafens me, Screams, louder and louder. Wants me; to listen. The loneliness that accompanies me, Creeps up, out of nowhere. Surprises me; consistently. Mere words, with no meaning, countless errors, only repeating; Thoughts of death, life is fleeting We may be puppets, but who is orchestrating? |