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They are loud shrieks of pain. So understanding of the lonliness my heart feels. My soul is empty, full of nothingness. No pain, no joy, no sadness Inhabits the deserted space. My soul is a stranger to me. I no longer know myself, This empty, dried up person. I am only an object passing through life. Not living, not feeling, Moving without knowing, Unaware. My heart wants to rejoice in victory, Yet it has forgotten how. Click Here To Return To My Homepage | ||