Alright, so I wrote this at about 12:30 this morning because I couldn't sleep. So, enjoy the untitled poem.
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Everyone lives.
Everyone dies.
Everyone hates.
Everyone cries.
Everyone does
All kinds of things.
Like everyone dances,
And everyone sings.
But I am not part
Of this everyone.
There's no dance to be danced.
No song to be sung.
There's no life to live.
No tears to cry.
No dreams that have me
Aimed for the sky.
But these things are small
To what I miss most.
I miss having a heart.
I hate being a ghost.
No joy and no sorrow.
Just a big empty hole.
And without a heart,
I'm without a soul.
I never had
A body to hold.
Or someone to keep me
Warm from the cold.
No touch to fill me
With a fantastic sensation.
All I have left
Is my dark destination.
But everyone breaks,
And everyone mends.
When everything starts,
Everything ends.
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