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Hollow

Umpteen unsaid words aside
Battles of feelings and logic beside
Many abuses arise and subside
But why still do I feel hollow inside?

Sights, sounds and senses around
To work, play and parties I'm bound
Am I really the square peg in a hole that's round?
Why do I feel in emotional hollowness I'm drowned?

Something mystic is concealed deep within
I can't put a finger to it, it's hiding in a ditch
If these are demons put to rest
Why doesn't the world let them be? Isn't that the best?

My hollowness can be filled with nothing but love
True love that's pure just like a white dove
A minor slip up or friction of ideas so simply turns a friend to stranger
To reveal your emptiness to every other, isn't it a real danger?

For he who knows, doesn't question
And he who questions, doesn't know
That time heals wounds and time builds people
And slowly but surely the hollowness of your soul becomes nothing more thaṅ an apparition!
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