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Emptiness
So softly I hear the music, whispering in my ear.
I cannot feel, but I know that the tears escape me slowly.
Like bullets throw the skull, the blasting puncture of each tear wounds dangerously.
Will I recover from this terror?
I close my eyes and lean back.
The music is softer, and its message is clear.
“Hold on, Hold on…”
I cannot hear it, I cannot hear it.
So softly it runs away from my thoughts, leaving me,
With this emptiness….
