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Living on an excuse

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I’m living on an excuse
The night destroys me
So much of nothing racing through my mind
I lie to continue each day
No one knows what I mean but me
If you were to hold my hand,
There would be no emotion, no warmth
There’s no love, no feelings
Emptiness is a hollow room that only I can open and close the door
Would you enter if I was to lock you in my prison?

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    1. Dark poem and interesting end question. Would you enter if I were to lock you in my prison? We all have our own prisons at some point in time. to enter someone else’s is …would be difficult. Good piece.

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