Wednesday, January 18, 2012


Like a cheap piece of wood
or an empty egg

I feel so empty
Living without a purpose

Autopilot has engaged
nothing is real for me anymore

I can't deal with these rumors
and I can't deal with this cramming

Of feelings inside of me
I keep them inside

I'm about to explode because I'm so full
but I'm hollow

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