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by Marianne Stokar Nov 10, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The page stays white I have nothing to describe I'm so empty About what could I write? Time passes by I have nothing to do This emptiness kills It eats all of you It is so quiet It swallows every sound Emptiness is everywhere It is too loud It needs to stop I have to fill it up But emptiness is everywhere I ask myself with what I lay down My eyes are closed Dreams will come I love them most
