Gone
I died todayAn empty shell
On auto-pilot is
all you'll ever see of me
Wasted space and
Wasted air is all I use
Nothing on the inside
Broken and crushed
Gone forever
No hope remains
No one can save
What you murdered
Poetry by SomThinWikid
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Written on 2005-11-21 at 17:56
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