resting upon an ill tree, wet dewy grass beneath staring aimlessly upon a dark angry sky hearing, seeing, and feeling nothing my emptiness the heart is hollow, breaths shallow and weak hardly able to get up, what's the point? walking, staring, but not beleiving my emptiness our entwined hearts ripped in two oceans of tears channeled thoughts of nothing my emptiness
Reason for writing:
Obviously, a broken heart...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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