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Stumbling Through Darkness

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This
Feels
Empty.
Like my expectations shattered,
disappointment scattered
all across the splintered floor.
Like puzzle pieces
jagged, rough, mismatched,
as though I expected more,
It never came,
It never comes,
though I sit here waiting,
Faith is fading, and for what?
What am I here for?
please, What am I here for?





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