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Stuffed With Emptiness

My tears,
Drop like raindrops upon an abandoned house,
My breath is empty.
The ghost of my past hunt me,
Pull me,
Begging me to feel pleasures I once enjoyed.
I remember how lucky I felt to be addicted to you.
How full I felt,
You came inside and filled that void,
I though I needed you,
You were ripped me apart,
But somehow I confused pleasure with pain
Screaming again and again for you to love me,
Would someone love me?
There are no happy endings when life is a circle,
It always ends where it begins,
A vicious cycle of stabbing pain and agony,
Would someone help me?
Why do I feel so alone surrounded by people who love me,
Why don't you just go away?
Leave me to my ignorance,
Leave me to believe that everything in this world is lovely,
Is awesome,
Is wonderful.
Would someone listen?
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