I don’t know why, the world is cold.
The evil in my body is taking over my soul.
I don’t know why I feel darkness in hate.
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maybe you need someone to fill up that empty soul of yours. you need Jesus.
i'd like to agree with the statement before mine but i agree to an extent. i know how it is to not knowing the 'why' of something, and with not knowing comes that emptyiness we sometimes lose our-selves to. nice work on the poem.