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The dreams of death and dying.
The emptiness inside.
This place in which I’m hiding,
whilst life carries on outside.
That love and life and meaning,
with which I just can’t coincide.
When all I have are these dreams of death and dying
and this emptiness inside.
All I can say; is whatever happens
is that only God knows how hard I tried.