Hollow



Don’t know where I’m going,

forgot who I am,

I can tell the future

but can’t see me there.

So much hurtful prattle,

so little of me!

Surviving the battle



cost me how to be.

I’m not really living,

I’m not even dead.

I hide in a hollow

I made in my head.

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