The Void

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The void, it listens
To words I scream out
Wishes I utter
Silent cries I shout

The moon, a witness
Sees the tears that fall
The stars though silent
The truth, it knows all

Easy, it is not
To hold all this pain
To keep all this hurt
A constant refrain

Secrets I contain
Musings I can’t share
But please understand
It’s because I care

Cell of suffering
I need to leave thee
I need to cry out
I need to be free

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