Empty
By hazel basil
Empty
Like a finished pot of coffee
Nothing really matters to me
Dark
Like a black hole
I used to be the bright light shining in the darkness
What has become of me?
I feel as if I've grown old and numb to the world
Destined to spend my life uncaring and uncared for
But that's fine
Like I said, nothing really matters
When your empty
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