The words that escape my lips. my heart is too trusting,
and the result of this is disgusting.
The void of a vicious cycle,
can it ever be broken?
The depths of nothingness,
nothingness, the lowest level of existence.
Reminisce to a time of happiness,
the tiny glitter of light
refusing to be put out.

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