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Empty room
The visitor opens the door,
Looking for a sight to behold
Expecting all and more
To escape the numbness of their cold
Only to claim a barren, empty floor
Yet others see their very life alive
In delight, the beauty they see in this very same room
That set themselves full to strive
While the other sits numb in their pain, and bitter gloom
When does the door simply shut?
To those who can never simply be?
From the emotions that leave a cut
From what true joy can never see?
In truth, the standards are never all truly the same
To which we sit down, and conclude we're simply all alone.
To proceed use a smile, if it could only numb the actual pain.
To the empty room we're forever cursed to revisit, and the empty floor that hold every bone.
