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…Emptiness tightens its shackles,

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imprisoning me.

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Jagged shrapnel,
piercing my heart,

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my emotions trickle away,

yet hope refuses to flee.

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I write, to feel again.

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Something, anything.

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I write,

to be free.

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I write to feel again.

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something, anything.

I write to be.

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