A hallow void
Fills my middle
Blotting out the sunlight
No amount of brightness
Can counteract the cold
A tiny beat that can’t cry out
A hand that cannot reach
I take a breath, control myself
It doesn’t matter, I can’t remember
Emotions are leverage, Emotions are passion
A bargaining chip
Serving only to harm (the only thing that matters)
Get rid of them (Without them we cease to be)
Excess baggage
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