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reagentA photographer of thoughts, painting pi
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HOLLOW

by reagent

I'm not myself,

And cannot ever be again,

I'm my own emptiness,

Trying to fill my own emptiness

With paintings from man made eyes

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7 months agoReply
In the end the only person who will always be there for you is You and if we can't at least learn to like ourselves we have nothing nice poem

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This was darkly haunting. Your writing drudged up images of cold and loneliness. The writing was compelling and beautiful. Great poem!!!!!!