Every sigh tinged with dull grief.
Another minute in a rare void of nothingness.
For all those hours I'd lived, like one living;
This moment is to un-live, it seems.
Why these fragments of emptiness?
Another minute in a rare void of nothingness.
For all those hours I'd lived, like one living;
This moment is to un-live, it seems.
Why these fragments of emptiness?
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