Darkness surrounds me
comforts me from the inside out
caress my body and
brings me back to life
Sitting lifeless on the floor
emptiness in my heart
coldness on my soul
the voice that never ends
A never ending path
a lonely road
empty voices
and no one around me to save me.
"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
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