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SOMETIMES IN THE VOID
At the moonless night
I hive myself,
Raffle in lost days
That stole away my nights
And sometimes when out,
Wishing for the dawn
To break with hope
But suddenly,
Its turn dust
And I was lost again
In the wilderness
Of broken dreams
That made me feel nothing,
With no pain,
No love,
No hate,
No hunger,
No satisfaction,
No smiles,
No laughter,
No joy,
No sadness,
No worries,
No happiness,
No tears,
No grief,
No fear,
No courage,
No bravery,
No wisdom in act,
All muscles crumbled
B’cause all bones were crutched
But I am always alive
Becomes the real and true story
Good job