Emptiness slips into my mind,
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Emotion so fucking hard to find,
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I center myself in this universe,
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With peace amongst all the pains and hurts,
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I think of all the things that would've been,
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And the time I could've spent with him,
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But again comes sadness creeping in.
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Taken by surprise stigmatized by the things I've seen with my own eyes,
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Traumatized until I realize that I gotta go on with my life.
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I can only guess what I should've done then,
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Wandering alone on the path I've chosen,
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Lumbering along towards inevitable fate,
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I await an answer, I wrestle with hate,
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I question your life and the choices you made,
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I question myself with righteousness and rage,
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Confused and sick from mistakes I've made.
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Questions to ponder about letting go, answers I find towards peaceful flow,
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People take shit for granted as given, not in this world that I live in,
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In my eyes, I realize. No more lies stigmatized.
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Stigmatized
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| Biohazard |
