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Misty, the memories flow through my
mind
weary, I pause and enjoy the silence
of nothing!
Peaceful, for a moment
and then
not for many moments
will I feel peace
again.
The voices of a thousand children,
in nothing.....
No longer is there joy,
in nothing.....
Nothing.....
but, fear, apathy, and hate
in nothing.....
Oh, God how I would that
something.....
Yet I find out that
even I,
am scared to discover myself,
in nothing.... |
