Empty
Empty.
Thats how i feel when you look at me.
Your eyes like shattered glass pierce my barren soul.
Your futile attempts to complete me lack meaning and are an affront to my dignity.
Oh why do you try to fix me? Im not broken, just tainted.
A soul that is black and void, and a heart as cold as ice.
That is my persona aperende; who I am, who I was meant to be, how I will die.
I am empty.
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