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Just another poem
It echos
From nothing but a void in my chest
"Go back...Go back."
Like words that tear through my throat
As i tremble
"Go...back..."
They hide in seldom thoughts
The kind you get around 4 o'clock in mid evening
Spaced out not able to do anything
But all you feel like doing is dying
only to be saved, not for attention
Just to know you life was worth something
From nothing but a void in my chest
"Go back...Go back."
Like words that tear through my throat
As i tremble
"Go...back..."
They hide in seldom thoughts
The kind you get around 4 o'clock in mid evening
Spaced out not able to do anything
But all you feel like doing is dying
only to be saved, not for attention
Just to know you life was worth something
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