Empty Space

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An experimental poem.

Photo by Szabo Viktor on Unsplash

Nothing but a space filled with emptiness.

A random string of numbers.

Raw sounds piercing your ears.

Absolute remorse in your soul.

Stepping down from your throne.

Awful place to be. Don't you know?

The path to hell is paved with good intentions.

The more you beg, the emptier you will become.

Silver linings coming from your dreams.

It is not too late to changing your life.

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Patricia Pixie❤
Patricia Pixie❤

Written by Patricia Pixie❤

Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com

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