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Hollow

Faking a soul from which is lost
The years of abuse have taken it as cost
Days I feel hollow and barely real
No sign of happiness in which to feel

At night my mind riddles with thoughts I can't suspend
Trying to brush them aside and continue to pretend
I wish there was a way to stay safe and sound
A way to sleep without being found

But at night is when he always comes
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Thursday, September 16, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: night,depression,fear,lost
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