Incomplete
Incomplete. I don't know what is gone. Something is missing. I don't know what it is. I just know I will never be whole again. The empty void inside my heart inside my soul grows with each tear. I don't know what I am who I am or what I will be. I just know what I was... It wasn't much. I was and probably still am nothing. Worthless ugly stupid nothing. I am incomplete. Soon there will be nothing left. Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 27 2001 12:25 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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