Hollow. Lonely. Bare.
Lifeless. Vacant. Void.
You feel like your empty,
like you've died on the inside.
It's like you don't even have
a soul, a heart, a mind.
Numb is all you feel,
not even pain anymore.
You've died on the inside and now,
your nothing but a hollow shell.
You were never the same,
and now you have nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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