lost in my own world, visions of hopeless desires cross my mind, go over my eyes, they carry me to a place, a place where everything is perfect…everything is perfect because there is nothing, nothing to be wrong, nothing to be right, just nothing..a dark nothingness sweeps over me, carries my soul to my dark… Continue reading My Nothing
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the Doll
there she stayed left for herself to think in such tormenting ways shes forgotten, alone of that shelf