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Hollow

by

Jonathan Isenor

Donít know where it went
Donít know when itís coming back to me
Donít know when it left me
Donít know why it left me

All I know is that one day it was gone
And I was empty inside
It didnít matter what happened
I was still empty inside

It didnít matter how hard I tried
To get excited about the good things in my life
I couldnít and still canít
I feel lost and confused at times

I feel it coming back sometimes
But then itís gone again
And Iím left with nothing inside
Iíve lost part of myself

That I donít know how to get back
That scares me
The fact Iíll never be the same again
Really scares me

Like a tree
With a layer of bark
Branches with leaves
Sap running throughout

But inside nothing
Iím hollow.

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