Thoughts Hollow is he who never speaks Bearing all his troubles in his heart which has now grown weak. Laying in darkness for he feels no fear Loneliness is his best friend since the day his soul disappeared. No name, for it has been forgotten No smiles, for he has grown rotten. Apathetic but not knowing why Perhaps this is hell and he has truly died.
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