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Faceless blobs soar through the sky Countless figures passing by Eyes to the ground, I try to miss his glance The glint, although, tells me I have no chance Darkness creeps into my senses, my soul My heart sinks, unable to bear it at all Escaping this void, the exit I must find He needs no words, he can read my mind And speak to me without uttering a word “You’re worthless; a waste” Nothing left unheard He beckons me to follow, and hatred he fires And so, gets me to do whatever he desires I, oh so willingly, follow my own destruction As the cluster of leaves turn back to faces, my vision became free of his obstruction He wasn't a human, not a disease nor its cure He was this stifling feeling, I was forced to endure Yet, clarity couldn’t fix what’s broken, lessen the agony I contain He disappeared, although, his words still remain Stirred so hard, I’m unable to undo; too weak to fight This hollow bark, still unfilled, I’m empty from inside
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