The Void
The void.
I can’t see anything.
When I was in the world,
Everyone could see me,
And they stared.
Now that I’m in the void?
Now that I’m in the void.
That echoes calmly to me.
In that world?
They were friends, they said.
Familiar.
Means nothing to me.
They are now jealous,
That I stole the void.
But I learned to not share a long time ago.
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