can you hear it ?
a distant roar of agony
a desperate call
it's my heart
it's neither sadness nor happiness
it's emptiness...
and my soul is so desperate
to fill itself with anything
that the body brings the pain
that horrible guest
that consumes you again and again
until there's nothing left
until you can rest
on this tide of calm and angry
frustration of uncomplete
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