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[It’s always raining here.]

“Show me what exists and what
Doesn’t; Because I’ll prove to you that
Even if it does exist (fat chance)
It doesn’t matter anyways.”

Her eyes are so hollow. The color
Slowly drains away from them, dripping
Down her cheeks in streams of
Blue iris
And black mascara.

She constantly feels alone, other’s words
Wash away with her tears and she is
Left with herself.
Again.
Life doesn’t feel beautiful when
You’re alone. The empty space seems
To penetrate through the curtain of
Dark. It proves that there’s no one
There to lean against.

Seconds blend in to be minutes,
Hours seem to fly.
No matter how long she sits,
Her thoughts are still stuck on
That one word, the
Focus of her entire being.

“Emo.”




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