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Allyssa Hensley Poem
I can't seem to hide,
all this emptiness inside.
It's tearing me to pieces,
ripping me at the seams.
Doing it's best to keep me,
from accomplishing anything.
Can't seem to think straight,
or keep my mind still.
When all I really want to do,
is sit and talk with you.
Instead I sit here with nothing,
but emptiness for you.
Copyright © Allyssa Hensley | Year Posted 2005
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