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Hollow horror

Monday, May 26, 2014

I can still feel your warmth on my skin. 
I can still hear your whisper, "please don't cry

I remember. 
I kept it in, bury it deep.

I am not crying. 
I am just hollow. 

I sit here, in the wrath of heat. 
I battle the feeling of insignificance. 

I fight for my value in life. 
I fight to be something without you.