Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
My name unknown, my soul lost in the vortex of life, my personality formed into a mold of 'The Normal' guidelines. My heart imprisoned in this very body of mine. My body marred by the ugliness of the brutality of man and yet through it all I have only one thing left to my name that does belong to me, nothing. The nothings will never leave me even when I am alone in the dark and man can't take away nothing so nothing is my everything and I cling to that so that I know I have been here and that I am actually alive and that is my sweet nothing.





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