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| I am weighed but I lack Not the goodness or love but The tears that were Due and weren't paid. I have searched and I've Found nothing inside But white spots on the walls Where painted, imitated Memories used to hang. They were not mine to Claim, or they wouldn't be real. Either way, they went. Now I'm weighed and am lacking. Hollow spaces that breathe, Wind whistling between whitewashed Vacancies of the soul. For I am missing Parts of my humanity. And I feel the need, The void. But Still, I can't find The answers. And still, It takes my soul apart to know That I was weighed And was found Lacking. |
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