There is an emptyness deep in my soul,
It gets larger and larger as life goes,
It's like a poison slowly ripping me apart,
Carefully burning my soul, agony filling my heart,
It's the combination of sorrow, anger, sadness, grief and guilt in one confusing ball,
I wish it would all go away, but it starts all over every morning I awake
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