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THE HOLE
I put a hand to my chest,
I am greeted by a hole,
Callous fingers trace along the edges of my missing core,
I put a hand to my cheeks,
I am greeted by tear tracks,
A grim reminder of a scarred past,
I am void
I know,
My emotion lay abandoned and forlorn.
I am hollow,
In mind, body and soul,
I am hollow; I am missing the heart that fits the hole.
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