Nothing to think about,

Nobody to dream of.

Can't write,

Because my heart has turned see-through,

My soul lost in routine.

Everything is dull,

Waiting for miracles,

But miracles do not come.

Everything has become lost in the grey,

I am left, empty.

Empty in the endless, flat land.

Walking with no purpose,

Walking in circles until I die.

How to fill the time?

Maybe I will write about nothing.

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Apr. 13, 2013 at 5:51 pm
<3 wow. I can totally relate to this. Amazing,wonderful job
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