once again the empty sets in. it picks back up where it left off. rejuvinated, well rested. maybe it was never gone. just hideing, dorment in the hallows of my heart. you cant excape yourself. not when your stareing your self down in a mirror. reflected are the hopless and the starlight that cast over. this feeling its relenting, never to let up.
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